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| Disclaimer: This post in going to be incredibly informative and change your life for the better...not. (yeah I just went back to the 90's with that one). |
I really really like cheese. Not as in I like every kind of cheese there is, because I'm actually incredibly picky about what cheeses I like, but as in the quality of cheese. Those kraft slices make me want to crawl into bed and weep. Unless they're in an overly greasy grilled cheese in which case the fat makes up for the plastic like property of the "cheese". Shredded and bagged cheese is only passible when melted. Never will you see me sitting there eating a bag of shredded cheese (though you will see me with a plate of freshly shredded cheese, often). Don't even talk to me about pre-sliced cheese. I didn't realize the quality mattered to me so much until I moved out of home. Most of the time I can't afford proper cheese. Seriously, have you seen how expensive that stuff is?!? Or because I'm a student and living in less than desirable neighborhoods, good cheese just isn't available. So when I go home, seeing a block of cheese sitting in the fridge is a godsend. I will cut a huge hunk out of it and when I'm done chowing down will feel so happy and satisfied it could actually be considered pathetic. And when I come across a sum of money, or sometimes just get paid, I will treck to my nearest Loblaws (the one I frequent most is by my parents house because I figure I'm already there if I have to pop in) and buy a block of cheese. And then all my meals for the next few weeks (read: days) are delicious.
