10.11.05 |
A confession: I love cheese.
All cheese. Stinky, crumbly, smooth, sweet, bitter, earthy, pungent ... mmmmm cheese.
I love it chunked up in lil' cubes, shredded for melted bliss, sliced ever so thinly ... or peeled out of a "cheese-like-food" wrapper.
Hell, I will even eat Velveeta.
So, this morning, I am in a hurry to make an appointment. On my way out the door, I grab a can of Diet Coke and reach for an individually wrapped tubelette of string cheese. Breakfast on the run, so ya say.
Bam.
My freshly bought container of crumbled gorgonzola flies outta the fridge and splats crumbies all over the floor.
I curse out loud, grab the broom and dust pan and clean up the mess.
Two hours later I walk in the house and my nose is assaulted with the most wretched smell.
What the heck?
I begin to search out the origin of the odor and realize I am looking for something that smells like vomit.
Finally I open the pantry door and realize the smell is coming from the dust pan. Huh?
Oh yeah ... the gorgonzola.
There were no remnants of cheese ON the dust pan, just the remaining odor.
Now it makes me wonder why I eat (and love) something that smells like vomit.
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