Mice week continues. This is one of the first things that came to my mind when I woke up. I’m trying to watch what I eat a little this week, so that means – when possible – forgoing all of the delicious, wonderful cheese in our house.
I love cheese. I’ve even written a poem or two about cheese:
If you crave food that’s always great,
then drop some cheese upon your plate.
Some Gouda, cheddar, brie or Swiss…
try some of that AND some of this.
It’s good in chunks. It’s good by slice.
It even makes bad foods taste nice.
I’ve had it melted, grated, fried
and liked it every way I’ve tried.
At breakfast time, at time for lunch,
at dinner time or midnight munch.
Some folks like soup, and some pick peas,
but if I’m choosing, I choose cheese.