Dear Prepackaged Shredded Cheese,
I cannot see you anymore. My Mother Earth says your wrappings are bad for her, and well, she is bigger than you are and I do not want to be evicted. Besides, you cheated on me – with additives to keep you from clumping which makes it harder to melt you into soup or my favorite fondue. So I am leaving you – for block cheese.
It hurts me too but it just has to be this way. It was fun while it lasted.
Love,
She Who Loved Your Convenience
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Heaven’s to Betsy it’s taken me all morning to be able to post here. Now, what was it I wanted to say? Dagnabit! Now I have to go back and re-read the silly thing… brb… Oh yes, I remember!
I have always thought that prepackaged shredded cheese goes to show the world just how lazy (often due to time constraints!) we (the consumer) have become. Truly sad. Nothing wrong with exercising some good old fashioned elbow grease in picking up a grater and grating your own hunk of cheese.
So, I say this to my dear friends, Psyche, The Rogue and his royal highness The Toddlerness… Good on ya for buying no more pre-shredded cheese!!