i grew up in wisconsin where good cheese is everywhere....even at the gas stations. my grandfather lyle was a cheese maker and my uncle still is. there are a few irreplacable things that i knew i would be leaving behind when we moved south; lakes, snow, good beer, and good cheese.
it wasn't long until i found out about sweet grass dairy in thomasville, georgia. the other day i stopped at their sweet little shop. i gladly picked up some cheese and brought it home.
photos and words by kristen bach