Charmer in the Dell: The Cheese Stands Alone (But Not Always)

I never wanted to try fried cheese curds until I read Amy E. Reichert's novel The Kindred Spirits Supper Club.  I was so intrigued by them that this post's working title was Word to the Curd: Make Whey for More Cheese.  Indeed, The Kindred Spirits Supper Club is set in the Wisconsin Dells and as such celebrates all the decadent eats that America's Dairyland has to offer.  But this culinary rom com isn't all cheddar and spiked ice cream.  It's also about something deeper. 

Home for the first time in a long time, journalist Sabrina Monroe is struggling.  Unemployed and in debt, she's forced to move in with her parents and take a job with her high school bully.  Anyone would find this situation trying, but for Sabrina, it's an emotional minefield.  That's because she suffers from social anxiety.  Talking to people is so fraught with stress that she goes out of her way to avoid it.  Her only friend is Molly, a glamorous ghost who used to work in a candy-shop-slash-speakeasy.  

"Um, what?," you may be thinking.  "This chick can't make small talk in a grocery store but clicks with someone last alive when Pink Squirrels were illegal?"  Yep.  But Molly is an innocuous spirit, like the ones on that delightful CBS sitcom Ghosts.  In fact, she's much nicer and more accepting than the people on Earth, and that's more than enough for Sabrina.  That's precisely why she evades the attentions of handsome supper club owner Ray Jasper (and no, that's not just me being cute; apparently, supper clubs are a thing).  When Sabrina and Ray meet in the crossfire of a waterpark food fight, Ray is instantly smitten.  Sabrina feels it too but can't risk getting close to Ray.  Even if he is patient and kind and makes the best fried cheese curds in the greater Great Lakes area.

To me, the most interesting thing about this story isn't the romance or even the ghosts.  It's how Sabrina handles her unique challenges.  So many books are about women trying to balance work and family, or about singles surrounded by girl squads, hitting up parties and juggling suitors.  It was refreshing to read about someone so different, far removed from both of those worlds.  And so it's in that, ahem, spirit, that I share this admittedly spoiler-esque quote: 

"She no longer tracked how long it had been since she'd last spoken to someone, not because she'd found a hidden extrovert inside herself but because it no longer mattered.  She was who she was, and the right people loved her for it." (329)   

I couldn't have said it better myself.  So instead I'll say it with cheese:

Fabulous Felt Cheese Please Barrette

I made this Fabulous Felt Cheese Please Barrette many years ago.  

But as every dell dweller -- and introvert -- knows, cheese only gets better with age.

Also, patience and pasteurization.