6 Photos of Halloumi That Make Us Feel Something That’s Actually Kind of Hard to Process

Does taking in its charcoaled lines fill us with the bittersweet twinge of bearing witness to that which we know is too Good for this earth? That sign from God, no less impactful for its illegibility; the mirage in the desert, necessary not for the salvation implied by the false image — to drink, to heal, to be quenched — but for the motivation to take one more step forward through the blistering heat? Is it something like that?!