Yesterday, my eyes stumbled upon a block of cheese cut in the shape of a triangle in the supermarket. Now dont get me wrong, I've always loved cheese. However, I tend to eat it on a meal. You know how I love my grilled cheese tosti with Spongebob face on it! So as I stare at the triangle cheese, I decided to go a little crazy by buying it. Me. Buying my first actual cheese! The excitement!
I dont know cheese that well, so I approached the cheese-chef/butcher/server to ask whether I made a good choice. He looked at me as if I just handed him a new born baby. His eyes sparkled and he waved his hands enthusiastically to gesture just how incredible delicious this piece of cheese is. He said its "very soft, very full, very intense, very delicious!"
So I gave in to his description and took it home. How excited was I when I cut it! It was a little crunchy on the outside, very tender and slightly gooey in the inside. Without further ado, I gobbled up the little piece that I carefully cut.
It was intense alright. The first sensation was the outter part, a bit crunchy and tasteless. Then I chewed it and this intense sensation overcame me. It tasted like old socks! I frowned, extremely confused. Seconds later, it became very soft in texture, very buttery in flavor.
Today I found myself crouching at the far end of my room nibbling on the piece of cheese.
I am turning into a cheesehead.
Or a mouse.
That is when it hits me. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. SOMEONE TAKE AWAY MY PIECE OF CHEESE! THIS IS NOT THE KIND OF PERSON MY PARENTS WANTED ME TO BE WHEN THEY HAD ME.
This is much, much better.
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