cheesy does it
November 30, 2011
The Asiago weeps its cheesy oils as it melts into the hot griddle. This emotional transformation from chunky wedge to slender crisp is pleasantly uncomplicated and the kitchen awakens from the odoriferous shape-shifting. The mission was to come up with a pre-dinner snack that has zero carbs and major flavor. Maybe something that would go with a hardy glass of Cab. Mission accomplished.
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Your words call to mind memories of my fascination with the Catholic Church as a young girl… You speak of weeping, transformation, and a mission…
I believed I had a calling to the Convent at the age of 11. My mother cried at that announcement no doubt at the prospect of not having any grandchildren.
At age 12, I decided to change my name to “Bernadette” in honor of my favorite saint of Lourdes. I informed a few of my relatives privately. I neglected to tell my parents of my “decision”. Imagine my Mother’s dismay when my aunt expressed her surprise to my mother over a backyard fence conversation while hanging a load of laundry on the clothesline. Alas, after being introduced to “Max Factor” at 14, those ideas were dashed.
Evocative of Holy Communion wafers in the Padre’s chalice – a glass of wine would no doubt allow me to embody the full spirit of this tantalizing indulgence.
“Bless me Father…this is sinful.”