Dear White cheddar with smoked salmon cheese,

Dear White cheddar with smoked salmon cheese,

I love you.

It was love at first bite last summer. You were on the tasting table at Top Foods. I was hungry. I ate, intending to walk on. The taste was shoe stopping.

Oh, the smooth creamy cheddar, with bits of smoked salmon in every bite. Oh, what a great northwest treasure!

But the cost, oh the cost!

I walked around the store, thinking of you as I shopped.

Then I remembered that I needed a treat for my night of camping with my Sister. I bought the small package, with crackers and apples. I looked forward to the oohs, and aahs and people savored this northwest vibe treat!

Then my son cut of the top of his finger in the door, right before the camping trip.
We went anyway, without the finger top and without the cheese.

When we came back, the relationship with my sister stunk, but the fish infused cheese did not.

Yesterday, as I failed at talking myself into 17$ a pound Gouda, I saw the discounted cheese basket. BUY NOW, BEFORE THEY EXPIRE! The cheap Zmolek in me had no thought, just reflexively flew to the basket.

Oh, heavens! There on the top, was you! My white cheddar with smoked salmon cheese. With a beautiful sticker, proclaiming you cheap enough to be mine!

For the second time today, you are my lover. Right now I pause typing, to take a square of cheese and a square of apple. You are a cheese that should be served in squares. Sliced on a sandwich would be akin to cheese murder.

Oh, savory cheese,
I love you. Will you be my second husband? No, third. Edward is my second.
Love,
Rachel