They call it the meat of milk, and what a bad romance it is... It is cooked so many different ways, and while in Greece i've eaten more pounds of it than i want admit. I'm talking of course about cheese. While in Greece myself and a few classmates, particularly Ted Charles and John Buell, have made our mission to eat copious amounts of cheese. And ever bite is better than the next. We had one cheese in peculiar on the island of Simi that was to die for. It was called "THE BAKED CHEESE BOWL." It consisted of seven different cheeses placed into a large ceramic bowl and backed to a melted perfection. The only problem is, when you eat the amounts of cheese i have been eating, you pay for it later that night...
Cheese likes to light up a persons taste buds works its way down into that persons said stomach, and in the process it is a wonderful romance. But once it reaches the stomach, it likes to sit... and stay there for a long while... This process of waiting for the once gooey goodness to pass, is an evil and horrific experience. One that i must forewarn everyone who intends to engulf themselves in cheese, you will pay the price. Just make sure that cheese is worth it. And although cheese has been a bad romance, romance has been to good for me to let it go while in Greece.
Cheese likes to light up a persons taste buds works its way down into that persons said stomach, and in the process it is a wonderful romance. But once it reaches the stomach, it likes to sit... and stay there for a long while... This process of waiting for the once gooey goodness to pass, is an evil and horrific experience. One that i must forewarn everyone who intends to engulf themselves in cheese, you will pay the price. Just make sure that cheese is worth it. And although cheese has been a bad romance, romance has been to good for me to let it go while in Greece.
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