If I were to name my diet it would be the above. Catchy, isn't it? I put it in the raffle for my autobiography title but we'll see.
Cheese is having a moment in my life. Every Sunday it's practically all I can do not to tear out of third hour and run home to my cheese. The thing about cheese, though, is that it doesn't just have moments. Cheese has been a staple in society for....ever, basically. The kid in the goofy movie was obsessed with cheese (here). The women whose blogs I follow -- lives that seem to be directed and produced by Anthropologie and Madewell -- eat perfectly arranged cheese plates with their high-class girlfriends. The French are known for their cheese, and once the French do it well, you know the world will cling to it and dub it timeless. Do you know what restaurant all my Arab students are familiar with? CHEESEcake factory. That's their lifeline to American culinary culture, I kid you not.
Cheese. It's what brings us together.
There it is. I'm churning out poorly-conceptualized slogan. Happy now?
Anyway, things like cheese don't have just moments. I feel like once cheese is in your life and heart, it's there to stay. My life was changed two and a half years ago when I had a brie-and-cheese panini right on the France/Belgium border and it changed. my. life. Brie. I've been eating it on everything lately. Mostly on bread I've broiled in the oven (no toaster to speak of). Luckily for me, my roommates are cheese-lovers as well. They're all much more skilled in the kitchen than I am, though I realize that holds little weight. I'd even say they all have above-average cooking proficiency.
Anyway, they buy hard cheeses. Asiago. Parmesan. My knowledge of names ends there, but I know they throw around bourgeois adjectives like "sharp."
A few weeks ago at Thursday dinner group GRILLED CHEESE was chosen as the headliner attraction. An assortment of breads and toppings and, yes, cheeses. It was a hit. You wouldn't believe how many people will trek through an East-coast snowstorm for cheese. I was so distracted on the way there I ran into a trash can. The nice (and very bundled girl) walking behind me was concerned. If I've been given one talent from God it's laser focus.
I just wrote an entire post dedicated to cheese.
bye.
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