the goodness of gouda

Gouda is good.

I had forgotten how good gouda could be. A couple of weeks ago, I splurged and bought myself some gouda cheese. I put it in the cheese drawer (aka "the fruit and veggies drawer in the fridge that I don't use for fruit"--but I do have one for veggies) and promptly forgot about it. I rediscovered it last week, and around the same time I rediscovered that gouda is good. Very good.

How good is gouda?

My cat comes running when I open the package good.
My cat doesn't throw up after eating large amounts of it good (cats are lactose intolerant, you know).
I'm eating it for dinner with reduced fat Ritz crackers good.
Man could almost live on gouda and bread alone, good. (Well, when you're talking about physical hunger and needs, anyway.)

Gouda is good. Pick some up. You'll like it.

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The preceeding post was brought to you by the "Rhonda needs to stop whining and complaining" committee, who recently nominated my blog to be renamed "the whine-o." The committee discouraged Rhonda from telling you about her long-awaited weekend with her husband, which involved a still salient sickness (a bad, throat-hurting, head-stuffing-and- throbbing, snot-swallowing-and-puking cold and an emergency run to the local grocery store by her husband in search of Nyquill), approximately 40 hours of work, including a 30-hour stint (with breaks only for meals and teaching: no sleep), and, blissfully, a trip to an adorable cider mill for donuts and a cider slushie. Instead, they encouraged Rhonda to write about something positive and interesting for once. Positive, it is. Interesting? That's up to you to decide.