But right now I'm livid, and over what? Cheese. Munster cheese. which btw is one of the top 5 cheeses. I don't have proof just take my word for it.
There's small mom and pop type grocery store a couple blocks from me. It's a little expensive, but it's close and I like to support the indie owner. Besides I feel like I save gas money cause I can just walk to it.
Yesterday I get some things including half a pound of Muster cheese and stow it away in the fridge. This morning I go to partake in the wonder that is cheese. I unwrap to find myself starring at 6 or 7 really really thick slices of cheese. Seriously? what the fuck am I supposed to do with that? I've seen this deli guy probably a 50 times and I can't think of a single time I said to him "can you make that super fucking thick?" no.
And now I can't even find my receipt so I'm screwed, stuff with my thick cheese.
It's a stupid insignificant thing to rant over, but this really cheeses me off. I think this is some kind of karmic payback for inspiring this cheese thread.
Stay Strong,
-SamProof
1 comments:
You might consider grating the cheese. One could potentially apply force with a knife and cut the cheese into smaller pieces. Lastly, and most extreme, is to set the cheese on a baking sheet, incline the sheet at a 45 degree angle, and hit that mofo with a blowtorch so fast it screams and runs down the baking sheet, thereby making several thin slices. A fourth and yet more extreme option is to place it in 3 sturdy ziplock bags with zipper open, and run it over with your car.
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