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Listen: Cheese Girl

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This week, we meet Linnea Burnham, a woman who travels for cheese and records her adventures in her blog Journeys of a Cheese Girl. Madeline Puckette of Wine Folly introduces us to the wines of Verona, Italy, which are perfect for holiday sipping. Traditional rye bread is on the rise worldwide; we go deep into the topic with Stanley Ginsberg author of The Rye Baker. And America’s Test Kitchen hosts Bridget Lancaster and Julia Collin Davison bring us some fresh thoughts on what to roast in the oven.

Broadcast dates for this episode:

December 16, 2016 (originally aired)
December 1, 2017 (rebroadcast)

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