It all started with dinner.
Paddy asked if I wanted Parmesan for my pizza. I declined. He asked Lily if she wanted some, she said ewww because she is 8.
Cheese, Paddy said, is good on everything.
I concurred.
“Is it good on apples?”
Yes.
“Salmon?”
Yes, cream cheese.
“Beer?”
Maybe not beer.
“Gas cans?”
Are they clean gas cans?
“Let’s say they’ve been used by a lot of people.”
Then no. I don’t think you can count stuff that isn’t food though.
“Ice cream?”
Yep.
“No way.”
Remember the pear-Gorgonzola ice cream? Gorgonzola is cheese.
“Anyway, I don’t like cheese anymore.”
Why not?
“Cheese has a terrible personality!”
It does? Why is that?
“Cheese is a goody goody. Always pretending to like everyone.”
Maybe cheese is just nice.
“No, cheese is all sophisticated.”
Sophisticated?
“Like at the Tillamook Cheese Factory. The cheese is all ‘Oooh, I am sooo fancy.’ The cheese at the Blue Heron isn’t like that at all. “
So beware of sophisticated, goody two shoes cheese. Just pretending to like everyone. Do not be fooled.