On the pleasure I find in fancy cheese Comments Off
I did not move to California and stumble on to a small fortune that would allow me to spend as extravagantly as I please. In fact, I am still as broke as Ive always been. But I do allow my self certain indulgences. One of those being shoes another, fancy cheese.
Whenever I buy I new pair of shoes I remember listening my dad’s rants about my mom’s “out of control shoe collection”. He would tell me about all the different kinds she had and how they all matched some sort of sequined dress or pant outfit (cut her some slack, it was the 80s) and how when you opened the closet you had to watch for falling stilettos. When he told me this story for the first time they had already been divorced for 5 years and while Im sure the serverity of the shoe collection, and the inconveniences it may have caused, was probably exaggerated I begin understand why it didn’t work out between them. I could never stay with a man who tried to bridle my (new) love for 4 inch strappy pumps.
Like a new pair of shoes, expensive cheese also brings me some sort of strange happiness. It’s not just eating the cheese, its shopping for it too. Ryan always teases me for spending so much time infront of the cheese case. I don’t know what it is.. I like the way they look. So finely cut or crumbled. Green or Blue marbled veins. The smells and textures. Each kind of cheese is it’s own little tightly packaged gem waiting to be spread or sprinkled; shredded or chunked. Dont get me wrong, I like happy hour and 99 cent greasy burgers but skimping on cheese is just cheating yourself.
