Kittens, I’ve read more than my fair share of blog posts lately detailing the horror that is Writer’s Block.
I mean, I totally get it. I had the good old WB for the entire month of December. It was so cool.
But sometimes, it’s not that I don’t have anything to write, it’s that I have no idea as to what snapshot of my life could possibly be interesting enough to be broadcast to friends, readers and the odd-stranger.
Marcus is more than familiar with this situation as it usually entails me camping at the kitchen table with a glass (or two!) of red wine, while he de-camps to the basement with…more wine.
And when that mood strikes, I find myself at a point I like to think of as Kat: Unedited.
So just call this a confession…or something.
I know that I’ve been cooking up a storm for the past two weeks. Tonight was freezer-purge night, and so last night before we tucked in for the evening, I grabbed a bag of stuffed pepper mix out and tossed it in the fridge to defrost.
For the record, if you want an easy weeknight dinner, freeze your leftover stuffed pepper mix when you’re making them the first time around and re-incarnate at a later date.
To give them a bit of a kick, I mixed together some chili spices and stirred them into the mixture before stuffing the peppers.
But still not the point of my story (though it may be one of its own another time).
The point of my story is this: I’m in it for the cheese.
I mean, it’s not on the same level as the fact that 80% of the time, I only eat the frosting off of a cupcake or slice of cake, without actually touching the cake itself.
But it’s pretty close.
I am informed that there are some cheeses that you’re actually meant to do this sort of thing to. I think we can all agree it would be best if I didn’t go there.
Because I might never return.
Cheese fiends, show yourselves. What’s your vice? Cheddar? Goat? Bleu? Are you all about the baking? On crackers? In curds?