Cheese

The above subject has been on my mind lately. Not because I crave it, but because i dread it. I can't stand cheese. Any kind, really. Except that macaroni and cheese is one of my favorite foods. So fake cheese is tolerable. Preferred, actually. I know I am a minority. I don't expect people to bend over backwards with this crazy fetish. Most of my life, this crazy dislike of cheese has been easy to work around. My family knows that I don't do cheese. However, I have realized over the past... oh, say 6 MONTHS or so, I have new family. They are cheese people. Which creates a problem for my "fly under the radar" policy I try to keep at other people homes. This brings us to Sunday evening. There was a 4th of July feast to be had at a member of Christians extended family's house. MMMMM, free food, right? SCORE. Hamburgers. Double score. At that point in the evening, I could honestly feel my stomach rejoicing. I sit at the table, salivating. Oh, DANG. CHEESEburgers. All of them. I look at Christian, panicked. His first thought was, Just take it off. Okay, I can work with that. Still flying under the radar. No one has noticed that I am a tad slower to dig in than the others. Red Flag. Cheese will NOT come off. The bun is crumbling. By this point people are looking at me. ugh. luckily, I have a wonderful husband that loves me despite my dislike of all condiments except mayo, which I LOVE, my hatred of cheese, etc. He was peeling off his cheese this whole time, which was a bit easier to remove. So I ended up with two top buns (insert The Office joke... THATS WHAT SHE SAID) and a patty. And just a slightly tarnished reputation. All for a cheeseless hamburger.
Happy day of freedom and fireworks.

P.S. The actual day of the 4th was glorious. And the days surrounding it. Its been hard to come back to reality. I will post pictures and stories when I can look back without feeling sad to be done.