I like cheese

I like cheese. There is just no two ways around it. When the milk gods descended to earth and began to produce the many delicious things we now enjoy, their greatest creation was the hard substance that comes in so many flavors.

Cheese is so versatile, too. It tastes good on anything. A ham sandwich is good, but a ham and cheese sandwich is heavenly. And who likes Mexican food with out a little of that yellow goodness melted across the top of the beans. A chili dog is good, but a chili cheese dog is better. Cheese cake. Need I say more? Eggs with cheese sprinkled across the top just has so much more added flavor. And a cheeseburger is delicious. Its good on a cracker, but then its good by itself.

And there so many different kinds of cheese. From the sharper, more acidic cheeses, like aged cheddar, to the softer, sweeter cheeses, like fontina. Swiss is good on a sandwich, but mozzarella is good on a pizza (bet you never tried that before). Gouda is delicious on crackers, while Monterrey jack is bursting with flavor melted over my mom's imitation crab stuffed mushrooms (yum). Ricotta has its place in lasagna, but then again, if you don't have ricotta, a good tub of cottage cheese will do.

But the milk gods have chosen to curse their most beloved follower. I do not know what I have done to deserve this punishment, but I have been seeking a way beg forgiveness for whatever horrible crime I have committed. For I have been cursed with the dreaded dairy allergy. (sob)

The party in my mouth that I have enjoyed so immensely has, as of late, been discontinued. One year ago, it was discovered that my body did not react as pleasantly to cheese as my mouth did. Let the sneezing begin.

So, I have been banished to the far reaches of dairy land by a lack of cheese. And it makes me sad. But I have discovered that goat cheese, while slightly different, can have its own merits. So, all is not at a loss.

But, I do remember my friends famous words, and I shall forever be grateful for its humor:

Me: I can't have dairy anymore

Friend: That's like saying no more happiness.

Other friends: What kind of blanket statement is that: No more happiness?

I love cheese, and I miss it dearly, but thank God for the fact that it may not last forever. And that goat cheese can be used as a replacement.