American Cheese

Since I have so much time on my hands I decided to go to dinner. First I was thinking, not the hotel restaurant, it's so fancy. But I went anyway, with a book at hand and my voucher from the airline. I sat down and ordered my food, a small pizza and backed goat cheese in a red pepper sauce. Both of it was delicious and I was so full afterwards because I didn't eat anything all day because of my stupid flight delay and then missature... yeah, I just made up a word. 

DELICIOUS, just like this:

I just found it online, no real connection to my story. Anyway. I sat there alone, eating my food, thinking about what the flavour were because I didn't want to think about how I missed the bloody flight by 10 minutes stupid United! So I really liked that dinner, it was nice to just sit there in silence thinking about the food in front of me rather than discussing something that distracts from that or having some sort of conversation that may confuse, frustrate, or otherwise evoke emotions undesired right now. I didn't want to think about any of that because it would just piss me off. 

But something I learned, other than baked goat cheese in a red pepper sauce is deliciously awesome, is that it seems that Americans don't really know what cheese is. I mean no offence to those that do, but generally... come on. If you know cheese, you really know it and appreciate it, my hat's off to you. But those that don't know cheeses really don't know cheeses and don't seem to realize that so much of the cheese used is like this industrial strength rat repellent. If you melted it, formed it into something, and then attempted at melting it again, I'm pretty sure your oven or microwave will burst into flame or run away. There's powdered cheese, OK, I guess I've seen that before, but this powdered cheese turns into like a slab of cheese once you add water. Holes and all. And don't even get me started on cheese in a tube or in a can! What kind of creation from the underworld came up with that!?! 

So the point of this entire post is that the pizza I had for dinner had an unidentifiable cheese on it. It wasn't bad or anything, it was just weird having that moment of "What is this flavour? Oh, it's cheese..."

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