Hey, look at this dip. Feeling a little cheese-tingle already, aren't you?
This cheese isn't even melted yet. But can you imagine if it were?
We would be in big trouble.
Cheese trouble of the most acute kind.
Once you've seen it, you can't look away.
And the more you see, the more you want more.
The cheese, it's calling to you.
Come to me, says the slab of mozzarella.
EAT ME, says the Brie mac and cheese.
All you want is to be wrapped in a warm, soft cocoon of these melty cheese strings.
Or to climb up that rope of Gruyere, all the way to the spoon from whence it came.
It's agony to see all this cheese and not have it here with you NOW.
So close, and yet so far.
Because nothing hurts the way love hurts.
And this pain you're feeling, right now?
It means the love is real.
...and get yourself to a store...
...and purchase as much cheese as you can possibly afford (or carry).
And then take that cheese home...
And make something beautiful with it.
