Thursday, October 18, 2007

Medium Rare, Thanks.

The thing is, I know I saw cows out driving out here. Riddle me this: with so many bovines, how can I not find:
1. Good Cheese?
2. Good Steak?

Where has it all gone? I am hard-pressed to believe those meandering herds were all pets, and I don't buy for a second that we've exported all the good stuff out to other states.

Help me, Cheese Fairy! I want to believe, I really do- but how is a girl to store up for the long winter months without a healthy stockpile of goodies? Gruyère and a good sirloin will get me through the snow drifts and give me reason to live on those dreary Sunday afternoons, but McDonalds and plastic-wrapped American is really just destroying my faith in mankind.

On a related note, BevMo's 5 cent wine sale ends this week. Yum. Yeeeah student loans!

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