Imagine that you’re driving through the Northern Vermont countryside, soaking in the peaceful views that surround you. On all sides are idyllic small family farms with row upon row of vibrant organic vegetables poking up from the fertile soil, cows gently gnawing on dewy blades of grass, chickens cooing and pecking at the random insect that happens upon the ground as they meander within their outdoor pen, and quaint little homes, some of which are over 100 years old. You come around a bend and your friend notices a series of well maintained red barns, one of which says Blue Cheese in big swirling letters on the front.
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