My love affair with cheese.

I love cheese. I love everything about cheese. I couldn't imagine a life without it. My love of cheese has only grown in the past years.

I can't remember the first time I had cheese (or anytime when I didn't love it), but I know I must have been around the age of three. I loved everything about it then and I love everything about it now. I love the texture, I love the way it melts, I loved the way it tastes with almost everything.

Cheese is simply the best.

When I was a little girl, I would drag my sister and her little walking table thing and stand on it just to reach the cheese. Seriously, there is proof.

As I mentioned, my fondness of cheese has only grown with age. Back then I only limited my cheese consumption to mostly American cheese and string cheese. I would eat it alone, I would melt it on a plate, I would eat it with bread.

Now that I'm older, I have grown to love several different varieties of cheese. I even learned how to eat cheese with grapes (Uvas con queso saben a beso). I have cheese parties with one of my best friends. We buy an expensive cheese (last time we went with a delicious smoked cheddar) and we buy some Triscuits and have it with some bottled sangria on the side. I'm making myself hungry just thinking about it.

Anyway, everyone always made fun of me for loving cheese so much. They'd say "That's why you're the way you are, you can't stop eating cheese". They'd tease me about this love affair and gawk at me for always asking for more cheese on my plate or eating just the cheesy parts. Don't even get me started on Mac and Cheese. It was death. In a good way.

So because I was so obsessed with cheese and my mother was so concerned about my growing weight, she'd stop buying normal cheese (much to the dismay of my siblings who couldn't enjoy cheese with their sandwiches). Instead, she'd buy some of the fat free stuff which is gross and just plain mean.

She hoped that my fondness of this milky food product would die down (along with my giant ass), but it didn't and it won't. The fact that I couldn't have it regularly made me love it even more. She eventually gave up not buying cheese, because I had it anyway. If I didn't have any at home, I'd go over to friend's houses and have their cheese. I was unstoppable.

Picking a favorite cheese is like asking me to pick just one favorite Radiohead song: It's impossible. I can't pick just one. I love the way sharp cheddar tastes, but I also love the way some softened Brie tastes like with some fruit spread. I love the texture of Munster and I LOVE provolone on my Subway sandwiches. I love the way Monterrey Jack with pepper tastes, ESPECIALLY on a Triscuit cracker.

Man, I love cheese.