Cheese
Oh for the love of it.
Cheese - my heroin - my achilles' heel - my Sampson hair - my one true (food) love.
Give me a nice gouda or even a plain ol' cheddar over a fancy chocolate any day.
So versatile, so rich, so varied, and tasty even when it's smelly.
Melt it on toast, stir it into pasta, put it into a cake, place it on a cracker, or just slice and devour it with no accoutrement.
I consume it with alarming frequency and in large quantity. It is the staple of my diet. And it's probably killing me. Hence, this ode to the wedge, the slice, the spread, the sauce.
It is goodbye, Dearest. We cannot continue our relationship as it exists now. The nature of our relationship must change and we must move on.
It's not you, it's ME. Do not weep. Our paths will cross in fleeting bits of shredded goodness on tacos or at the occasional salad bar. But, for now...
Adieu.
Cheese - my heroin - my achilles' heel - my Sampson hair - my one true (food) love.
Give me a nice gouda or even a plain ol' cheddar over a fancy chocolate any day.
So versatile, so rich, so varied, and tasty even when it's smelly.
Melt it on toast, stir it into pasta, put it into a cake, place it on a cracker, or just slice and devour it with no accoutrement.
I consume it with alarming frequency and in large quantity. It is the staple of my diet. And it's probably killing me. Hence, this ode to the wedge, the slice, the spread, the sauce.
It is goodbye, Dearest. We cannot continue our relationship as it exists now. The nature of our relationship must change and we must move on.
It's not you, it's ME. Do not weep. Our paths will cross in fleeting bits of shredded goodness on tacos or at the occasional salad bar. But, for now...
Adieu.