not too long ago i was browsing around trader joe’s (hungry i might add, NEVER a good idea!) and picking up little things here and there as they struck my fancy.
a different red wine, a new pasta and then i saw her.
she was different than the other girls. there was more beneath the surface.
that’s right. embedded in a delish white cheddar cheese. what did i do so right to deserve the crumbly lovechild of two of the things i love the most? i don’t even care. because it’s real and it happened and it’s in my fridge right now.
oh, and i just really really love this illustration of cheese. it’s great, right? or am i just a cheesophile?