I absolutely love cheese. It's my favourite snack, and my favourite store is my nearby cheese shop. Of course, while this obsession would displease my "You must cut out all dairy" allergist, it would immensely please my dairy farmer grandfather. In fact, the milk he produces tends to go towards making cheese.
Well, I guess my allergist shouldn't have a problem with my new favourite cheese, because it's a goat cheese. But I'd probably still get some sort of lecture from him, because he's in the camp of "people shouldn't drink any milk after they're babies, and should never consume milk from other animals." Regardless of allergies.
I never touch cats, I carry an epi-pen lest I come in contact with any seafood, and I tend to stick to soy milk for drinking and for cereal, but I hold onto cheese as my last bit of rebellion. It helps that I don't tend to notice any reaction to it (much less than I notice I feel sick after I drink a glass of milk). But I still feel a little dangerous, whenever I cut myself a bit of cheese.
And that, bloggy friends, is why I'm the biggest dork on earth.
(Or maybe it has something to do with my addiction to Battlestar Galactica. Or the fact that I'm reading an Intellectual History book from the 1970s on a Saturday night. Or the fact that I insisted on continual rematches of Trivial Pursuit Canadian Edition with Chris until I won. Or...)
4 comments:
Goat cheese: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
It's funny. The only person (besides Mr. Trillwing, who has ridiculously Midwestern tastes) I know who doesn't like goat cheese is someone whose family raises goats. I try not to think of that when I'm indulging in the cheese of the gods.
And yes, you are kind of dorky. But aren't we all? :)
I gave up cheese about five years ago when I stopped eating dairy products. I think the toughest thing for me is that cheese is a main ingredient in most comfort foods.
Oh, I try to comfort myself now with tofu, but it just isn't the same ....
Your allergist is crazy. Never surrender!
Oh, I so heart the cheese.
There's a farm on Saltspring Island (I believe) where they sell goat cheese and will tell you the name of the goat it comes from. Although this is personal and quaint, it is a little too much TMI for me.
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