The withdrawl from cheese addiction is truly horrible. This morning I was wracked with dry heaves and my toes felt crispy, like they were burnt toast. After several hours in bed eating Snyder’s of Hanover Honey Mustard and Onion Sourdough Pretzels and reading Harry Potter 4, I feel almost well enough to consider a walk to the store. On the other hand, the temptation might be too much. I have $20 to burn and I can’t give up now, not when the cheese is so close to defeat. Only 18 days to go!<\/p>\n
If Martin Amis was cheese, he would be 10 year old white cheddar. Sharp, crumbly, hard to find. Then, he might also be something more decadent, like Gjetost.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The withdrawl from cheese addiction is truly horrible. This morning I was wracked with dry heaves and my toes felt crispy, like they were burnt toast. After several hours in bed eating Snyder’s of Hanover Honey Mustard and Onion Sourdough … Continue reading