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I promised Alyssa to document my experimentations with a deep fryer and some cheese. Half of them was really good. The second half was rather a mixed lot though and I lost three pieces of cheese due to this thing called melting as the crust withered away while in the fryer. But the first one made? Excellent. Now there is cheese all in my mouth.
4 notesOh, how I hope that it’s not only in Finland!
cheddar beer soup
This made my mouth all watery and there might have been drool over the touchpad.
dooeypig replied to your photo: Imagine if these had been cheese…
What if they ARE cheese but are just covered in lots of hay and grass and stuff because there was a cheese avalanche and that’s where the massive Cheese Grass Hay Stuff Balls rolled to a stop. What if INDEED. You could have been KILLED. [/weird]
At least it would have been a neat sentiment on the tombstone. “Killed by cheese in the line of duty.”
They were very very still though so the avalanche must have been quite some time ago. All that cheese, hidden from the world in plain sight alive and ageing. Curse the train that stopped me from getting out there. I could have handled both the hay and death, I have allergy medication!
(Weird brain is a good brain. Intellectually tasty.)
The laws of physics and taste dictates that you can never have too much cheese on the food. This is true, it’s fundamental in all of the Universe — what did you think the Reduced Planck Constant is made of? However, it turns out that some people like me can’t handle the great stuff in proper quantities. If there is cheese over a certain level, it will be up shit creek. Literally. I really hope all the mac’n qartro-cheese was within the limits. Perhaps… Nah, I should probably not indulge myself in tempting fate.
Completely unrelated: I think could kill for a hug right about now.
you: “chaise”
me: what´s chaise?
you: it´s cheese in a weird accent
Which is why one should just eat the cheese and not talk to it. (There is no such thing as being Muppet Damaged, is there?)
Yes, I’m eating cheese. From the package. With a fork. No, you’re fat!
Even though I don’t know you at all: you’re an awesome person.
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