Man, do I love cheese. From a stinky blue to a smooth mozzarella. They say there’s something in cheese that makes it affect the brain like cocaine, and I believe it. Not that I’ve ever had cocaine. It’s just I’m addicted to cheese.
I like it in the day. I like it at night. I like it on a fancy cheese board or out of a plastic wrapper. I’ll buy it or I’ll make my own. Fondue, cheesecake, pimento cheese–I could go on.
Cheese is beautiful. Cheese is fun. Cheese makes us smile: say cheese!
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