Cheese Chunks
That’s what I call them because, err, that’s what they are.
CHUNKS.
OF.
CHEESE.
& every time I eat one, I am reminded that I not only call them by an improper name, I devour them the wrong way too.
oops.
Question.
If string cheese was meant to be separated and eaten in a slow and tedious process as I have been informed by those who eat string cheese the supposed right way, then WHY isn’t it packaged as such ??
Line those STRINGS up nice and orderly and I will more than happily comply.
yep yep
Instead, I am handed a lovely wedge.
A hunk.
A slab.
& seriously, what do you makers of cheese expect outta me ?!?
Three, maybe four bites, ’cause THAT’s how one eats “string” cheese.
I should take a poll
& some sweet day, maybe I will.
How do YOU eat this delightfully delectable cheese bar ?? I would curiously inquire
& I’m pretty positive I already know the world’s answer.
Uh huh.
Chomp ! Chomp !
Gulp. Gulp.
Yum ! Yum !
Gone. Gone.
THE END.
🙂