When I was about twelve or thirteen years old I was introduced to something wonderful. It stunk and was sticky. Ghastly expensive, and, if that wasn't enough, it was illegal.
But OMG! it was so good. I wanted it all the time. I came across poor quality imitations. Substitutes at best. No other had the lingering after taste. The tingles on your tongue and down your throat. The taste buds went crazy. The vibrant colors and lingering aroma. Yummy!
It was always with me, for the next twenty years. I never gave it a thought. I kept it to myself and was very discreet.
Then we moved far from where I could find such things. The people were very set on their rules and they followed them closely.
For three years I went without. No withdrawals. No pains. No freaking out. I did miss it from time to time but only in passing.
Well, then I moved back. My treat was once again within my reach and easily accessible. Sure, some said that it was still wrong. But they had not tried it?
Ok....It's time to get this monkey off my back.....I'm...addicted...to....
Unpasteurized Stilton Cheese.
There...I've said it...I feel like I can breathe again.
Thank you for being there for me.
1 comment:
oh man, now i can't stop thinking about cheese. THANKS A LOT.
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