The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. ~G.K.
“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….” I used to eat to live. I mean, I was one of those people who didn’t really get a whole lot of pleasure out of food…it was just something I did in order to sustain myself. My food didn’t need to be fancy…it just needed to be food. Boy have times have changed. Actually, my food still doesn’t have to be fancy….but cheesy, gooey, rich and chocolate sure does help.
I was brought up eating healthy, and for the most part, my kids have embraced healthy eating habits…which means they don’t eat french fries. Now, although I was brought up eating healthy, I do eat french fries. Therefore it breaks my heart when the server ask my kids what side they want with their entrée and they say apple sauce. Please understand…it doesn’t break my heart that they made a healthy choice…it breaks my heart because that means there are no left over french fries for me…and that makes me sad. You might say, well, go ahead and order your own french fries…I’m not going to do that…I’m on a diet!
Okay, let’s discuss queso. Thick, cheesy queso with rotel, without rotel, with chorizo, without chorizo…does it matter? As long as it’s warm, rich and very cheesy…that’s all that matters. Happily my oldest has recently discovered queso, and happily he knows when he’s had enough…which means more for me. Unhappily, the last thing I need to do is be eating leftover queso. I’ll be honest, I’m not proud…I’ll keep eating even when it starts to get cold, and that film forms on the top of the cheese…believe me when I say I’m a trooper.
Now the reality is…I’m not getting younger…okay, the reality is I’m getting older…and that queso sticks around for a while. And the french fries aren’t going anywhere either. I am weak…oh so weak. But, I guess if G-d didn’t intend for us to eat queso, he wouldn’t have invented cheese, or milk, or cows, or tortilla chips…….
And with that I say….”Who’s up for some Mexican food????”