Thanks to newly formed friendships and generous fellow foodies who are looking out for my gastronomical welfare, I can now say, with my head held high and with a tear of dairy joy in my eye, that I, in fact, like goat cheese.
What a travesty it would have been had I carried on through the remainder of my days with the dark shadow of corrupt goat cheese still tainting my tongue. Thank you Chadwick & Alysa for righting this great wrong. My taste buds and I are so glad the two of you came into my life. You guys are awe inspiring. Truly.
To you whom I may have swayed with my persuasive rant on my misgivings towards the creamy creation, I say, "I apologize. I was misinformed. I was lead astray. I was wrong."
And to Smith's cheese department, I say, "Get thee hence."
{And I will never be tricked by bad cheese in adorable packaging again.}
4 comments:
Yay! That's the best-written goat cheese apology that I've ever read. It's even better if you read it aloud. It tickles my tongue -- a little like the creamy dairy goodness from a certain member of the Bovidae family...
Really? Where do I find tasty goat cheese?
Lori, I've been told Costco is the place to go.
I didn't tell you that the goat cheese was MADE IN CANADA. I guess you can always blame Canada.
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