Cheese is our friend. Beyond being the perfect complement to a well grilled burger or a delicious snack with crackers and wine it has so many other uses.
In certain remote villages of Sicily it often serves as a substitute for expensive breast enhancement surgery. Once the couple is married and the husband finds out that his new wife is not so generously endowed, he at least has some cheese.
More often then not he is content.
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And the wife bitterly eats a salami.
Jason sees bitterness in that picture. I see happiness. I envy those two. Not enough to lose sleep over it mind you.
Dutch havarti is my special friend.
Let me be perfectly clear, my friends, the cheese formerly known as Swiss banker cheese is soon to be known as IRS cheese.
Eat em if you got em, soon they aint no use at all.
Tried some deep fried cheese curds today.
chickenlittle : Tried some deep fried cheese curds today.
And? What the hell is with people who mention things, build up our anticipation, and never say whether they like what they tried/watched/slept with?
That really grinds my gears.
ricpic, what I'm saying is the man thought the woman had big boobs and ended up with cheese; while the woman thought... ...and ended up with salami.
And? What the hell is with people who mention things, build up our anticipation, and never say whether they like what they tried/watched/slept with?
I thought the fried curds sucked. My kids loved them though as did my wife, who being raised Dutch, has a more discriminating taste for cheese. I'm perplexed. My signals are telling me that I should like them, but I don't. I like the old fashioned, squeaky cheese curds. Squeaky Frommage?
Anyway, the weather's here, wish you were beautiful.
Squeaky Frommage was just released from prison.
The squeaky frommage gets the salami.
I like the old fashioned, squeaky cheese curds.
Perhaps the frying destroyed some of the natural flavors you love in cheese curds. Plus, texture is important.
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