a wise man once told me cheese is love.

i've never liked cheese.  at least that is what i was lead to believe.  what i realized very late in life is that its not cheese i hate, its cheddar cheese.  it's the only cheese my parents believe exists, next to that frigo shredded mozzarella stuff and plastic kraft parmesan (it lasts forever, i swear!).  but other cheeses are bliss. cheese calls for honesty, and i'm not going to lie.  i don't like tasteless brie or stinky roquefort.  none of that blue cheese crap. no way am i that kind of gourmet.  but there are a few choice cheeses that i keep on hand...for nights like tonight when i'm alone and feeling a bit romantic and nibbly.  

there's just something about the perfect combination of cheese and fruit.  por moi, the fromage has to be flavorful but light, not too out there.  a good pepper jack, some fresh basil and balsamic vinegar and bocconcini- the "bite-size" buffalo mozzarella balls that come packed in whey, a good pairing of black figs and chevre, you can forget the men and the cats.  stairway to heaven baby.

here's to me being snarky: 

my lonely gratification

cheese plate

ingredients

red grapes

danish dill havarti

crumbled goat cheese

baby spinach leaves

toasted sesame water crackers

alouette herb and garlic spreadable cheese

1.  this is simple enough people. arrange aesthetically.  pour yourself a glass of wine, perrier, or white grape juice and live it up.

someday i will tell you of buttery cinnamon toast.  it's the best way to love yourself, ever.