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June 18, dinner. Insieme, New York. The remains of my cheese plate. A blue cheese, a soft cheese, and candied apricots, quince paste, and some preserved figs. Too much fruit; I wanted a fresh fig and could have lived without quite so much accoutrement. I think that they'll give you as much cheese as you want, but with two pieces, the side bits overwhelmed the cheese. But the cheese was really, really good.