An awesome American anecdote about cheese along with some delightful recipes.
Show of hands—who loves cheese? If you didn’t raise your hand, you should probably quit reading, because the three recipes I am offering today do nothing, if not provide in-your-face cheesiness. How could you not love cheese? Your loyalties are now in question….
If you did raise your hand, you are my friend, and I love you.
When I was kid, however, I only ate two kinds of cheese. American, and that powdered fake Parmesan stuff that was referred to in my house as Stinky Cheese. It went best on Spaghettios.
Once when I was four, I opened my blue Mickey Mouse in Space lunchbox to find, to my horror, a swiss cheese sandwich. Despite the fact that my name was on this blue Mickey Mouse in Space lunchbox, I knew instantly that my lunch had been stolen. There was no way on God’s green earth that my sweet mother would have…
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