First, I gave the last of my feta (my favorite, Mandros feta) to my roommate.
Then, I had to eat Buffalo Wings with RANCH dressing.
Next, I could not put cheddar cheese on my friend’s Birthday Chili.
Finally, in a desperate attempt to carve breakfast out of an almost empty pantry, I only realized after the fact that my mother’s pesto (delicious, thank’s mom) has Parmesan cheese in it. Damn it!
Still, I am eight days in, and so far I have mostly been winning my stand-off with cheese. OH THE POWER.
I have noticed several things:
* It is VERY hard to eat out without eating cheese. Most restaurants put cheese on EVERYTHING. Seriously. Even the vegetables seem to have cheese.
* Sometimes, even when you ask for a sandwich without cheese, you get it WITH cheese and don’t realize it until you’ve eaten 2/3 of the sandwich. If you don’t even NOTICE the cheese, then why is it there? Adding calories and fat to my otherwise lovely sandwich? WTF people?
* When you cook for yourself it is EASY to not use cheese. But you may still WANT to use cheese. A LOT.
Friends and coworkers honestly CAN NOT believe this resolution. They just don’t understand it. I’m not sure I do either.