Blame it on the Hamiltons
I'm sitting here eating a cobb salad with bleu cheese on it. Is this strange? Not particularly. However, if you knew me, it would be. I, the girl who used to gag at the sight of bleu cheese, am now enjoying a salad with bleu cheese crumbles. Why the sudden change of taste? Is it that the taste of gross cheese becomes better with age? Perhaps. Is it that this cheese is an exception? No. I believe the real reason is Chris Hamilton. Yes, I like bleu cheese because of Chris Hamilton. I'm not sure the first thing he made containing it but I remember still being very wary of it. I, of course, was too intimidated to say anything about my repulsion. So I sat quietly and ate it. It was bad. I won't lie, I hated it. However, soon after Andy Hamilton made a delicious wrap containing bleu cheese. It was pretty dang good. I barely noticed the spread of death that was bleu cheese. Then came a salad in which I could not ignore the crumbles. I bravely ate the entire thing. I will admit that at this point I was surprising even myself. I now don't even bother to ask for things minus the bleu cheese. Last night I ordered my first complete cobb salad. Complete meaning every but olives and tomatoes. Those I refuse. Hamilton's can't even change my mind on that one.