Always Anna

Everybody that knows me, knows that I love cheese.  Actually, love might be too mild a word.  Obsess is more accurate.  I’m obsessed with cheese.

I love hard and soft cheeses, mild and sharp… I even love E-Z Cheez and Velveeta.  If there’s cheese on the menu, I order it.  But last night, I may have taken my obsession with cheese a bit too far.

I ate a piece of bad cheese.  On purpose.

I had just finished up my dinner, and was getting my dessert ready.  Screw the ice cream or cake, cheese and crackers are my dessert!  So I got out some Triscuits, pulled out some cheddar, and started slicing.  I noticed a few slightly red spots on my white cheese, but thought it was just excess dye from the wax, so ignored them.  But when I took the first bite, I knew… it had gone bad.  It tasted almost like blue cheese.

So what did I do?  Shrugged my shoulders and kept eating.

Perhaps I took that too far.