It started with the cheese. Last Saturday afternoon, my husband and I were feeling fancy. When we feel fancy, we like to fire up the Weber and treat ourselves to a nice a wine-and-cheese spread. As fancy people do, we raided the $5 cheese bin at the grocery store where they sell remnants of the really expensive cheeses (sort of like a discount carpet store). We came home, opened the wine, and started to unwrap the Brie I’d picked out. Immediately, I know something was wrong.