I love a good dining experience. Infuse the vodka with the food and I love it even more. Some might say I have a love affair with food. I would say my affair is more physical than anything and, when it comes to a love affair, they are probably confusing me with Live Longer.
As Live Longer and I dined at a cozy Russian restaurant in Manhattan decorated with jars of infused vodka and pickled goods, getting pickled on the vodka, Live Longer gazed out the open window at a basket of fresh vegetables.
“You just love those, don’t you?” I said to her. “I do,” she replied. I reverted to the fourth grade and said, “Why don’t you marry them?” “I would, but my heart is already spoken for. I’m in a relationship with cheese.” “Well you wouldn’t want to do anything that would make cheese Bleu. Maybe Swiss can perform the ceremony to enter you into holey matrimony.”
I Cantal if she and cheese are serious enough to marry and, eventually, have a Babybel. Regardless, I wish them a very Gouda life.
This post is pretty cheesy
Yes, it is. May you find lots of love in your cottage….cheese.
Your perspective on this topic is very interesting. Thanks for the detailed explanation.