Cheese

Well, what can I say. There you are, chugging up the hill, successfully pulling the heavy load – and then in one brief moment, the balance shifts, and the load is pulling you. Life is a cosmic tug of war. – – – – – – – – So, tug. – – – – –…

For as much as I love cheese – which, trust me, my devotion is infinite and everlasting – I rarely eat grilled cheese.  Chalk it up to just another childhood overdose – I never eat peanut butter & jelly, either.  Grilled cheese lost its appeal before Clinton took office. Which is why it was shocking…

There is a client who frequents the office. I know his name, and respectfully call him “Doctor _________.” Because he is a doctor. Except no. No he isn’t. Today, my co-worker said, “Why do you call him ‘doctor’? He’s not a doctor.” Why did I think he was? What did I mis-hear, or mis-interpret, or…

On Friday afternoon, I returned home from work to find an enormous box on my front step. I ripped into it, and found a birthday present sent from none other than my favorite Greta in the whole world. It started with a birthday card that played “Mmm Bop” when I opened it (she knows me…

I give up. Regular string cheese is so much better than the light version.

Last night, I flew from Seattle back to Nashville. If there is one thing that I love about Southwest Airlines, it is the little travel snack box that they pass out to passengers. It is here, and only here, that I allow myself to indulge my secret shame. Ritz. Cracker. Cheese. Sandwiches. Oh yes, you…

I recently purchased a small wedge of Parmesan Reggiano cheese from Trader Joe’s – just enough to put a little taste onto my salads. And then eat the rest by the crumbly handfuls. Last night, I looked at the ingredients on this particular variety of cheese, and they were quite simple: part skimmed raw milk,…