when I’m feeling lonely, I heat up a big block of mozzarella in the microwave until it’s melted. I wait maybe 15 minutes until it cools to a body temperature and then I stick my big ol throbbing hand in there. it’s very soothing.
“No I’m not alienated by society because of my dehumanizing conditions of work, life, and complete hatred and fear of an Other, I just have a pathological need to estrange myself into complete darkness in a blindingly bright city to regressively consume enormities of the richest foodstuff my blood money can buy in a vain attempt to feel actualized at the core of my being.”
Cheese is so versatile. It’s a snack, garnish, sauce, topping, condiment, or even a dessert. It can add tons of flavor or mellow out a dish. It can be smoky, savory, spicy, creamy, or salty. It can stay good in the fridge for weeks with proper storage, unlike most other dairy items. Even the rinds are great tools to add flavor to soups and stews. Cheese is fucking based.
Until about a day later when you realize it had absolutely no fiber and you should have paired it with a salad, or something, instead of eating just cheese.
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