Had the wedding of our other son yesterday. Actually he’s completely unrelated but he was my second son’s roommate for a year in college before he transferred to Brown. Being many miles from his Missouri home he came the first year to our house for Thanksgiving dinner because traveling home & back for just a day or two wasn’t in the cards.
Eleven years later he tells us he won’t be coming for Thanksgiving because he’s going to his fiance’s house 
During the 10 years he came, he graduated Brown, got a law degree from Harvard and joined a law firm in Boston. Last year he moved to San Francisco to their offices there. Oh, and said fiance was there too
Of course we took advantage of their online registry to get them something they wanted. But I wanted to give him something to remind him of those Thanksgivings and encourage him to start similar traditions now that he was starting a family.
I gave my son a cutting board for Christmas with his “Save the Date” announcement engraved on it for his own upcoming wedding, but rather than just duplicate that with Joe’s wedding invitation, I added a feature I have shamelessly stolen from @marmak3261. I turned the cutting board into a cheese board.
Joe and some of my kids spent the last 10 years leaving the carnivorous world behind and moving into various stages of vegetarianism and veganism. As a result, simple Thanksgiving dinner got more complex. Some of us got turkey, others did veggies and others did only soy based things that pretended to be meat or cheese.
As a result our cheese offerings expanded in prep for dinner in case what came out of tofu central didn’t cut it. The turkey came inside from either the wood fired oven or my smoker.
We started out as somewhat cheese naive. (I’m still a cheese troglodyte - I eat 2 kinds, mootz on pizza and cheese whiz on Phillies). Our cheese eating expanded over time and there were several occasions when someone would ask “what’s this?” when seeing a block of cheese on a cutting board.
@marmak3261 to the rescue.
And so a personal wedding gift was created. Taking the cheese names of those we learned (well, they learned) to love, I engraved the invitation on one side and the family cheeses on the other.
It wasn’t until it was wrapped and delivered (with a tube of Boos Block Cream which is pretty close to my own recipe for cutting board conditioner), cheese knives and Thanksgiving Poppers (you know a kid is good when he tolerates not-his-family customs involving tissue paper crowns and confetti ) that I realized there was a typo.
Manchega is a breed of sheep. Manchego is the cheese made from their milk. Oh well, it’ll become part of the stories passed down to another generation.
The first ones will be collector editions like those stamps that get a misprint 