Blessed are the cheesemakers
Yesterday I bought some Gorgonzola for a recipe I was going to try. After tasting this cheese I don't know why anyone would want to buy ecstasy. Gorgonzola is much cheaper and it's legal. It might be safer, but I'm not sure.
Gorgonzola is proof that God exists. (And she makes cheese.)
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Gorgonzola, eh? I might keep that in mind.
Is it creamy cheese, or evil bitey roundhouse-kick-to-the-inside-of-the-mouth cheese? Or none of the above?
Bitey!
In a bizarre melding of this post and the previous one, one of my great aunts once gave me a card with a picture of Godzilla on the front, saying, "Do you like it? It has Gorgonzola on it."
It was impossible not to giggle a little.
Mmmm. I don't understand the card.
No no no, my aunt said it had Gorgonzola on it. She thought Godzilla was gorgonzola. There's really not much to understand, it was just a funny moment with a very ditzy great aunt.
Ahhhhhhh...
I wasn't sure if you aunt had somehow gotten cheese on the card. Or if the card had 'Do you like it? It has Gorgonzola on it,' written on it. I thought maybe Godzilla was eating a particular building because it was covered in cheese.
I once ate a building because it was covered in cheese. True!
Sydney. So decadent.
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