I love cheese. I think I could almost eat cheese with every meal. Well, let’s say at least every day and not every meal. The point is that I appreciate cheese. It was one of the few things I could eat during pregnancy. I had morning sickness for more than seven months. Bad morning sickness. It was rough. But cheese and soba noodles got me through.
And, while I love cheese I don’t love all equally. Who does? I like brie but it is not my favorite, to quote my five year old niece. Yet, yesterday I woke up with a grand desire for brie. All day. I wanted it with everything. Now, this is not a tale about my day-long Brie obsession. This is more again about going with the random moments of life. Yesterday, Brie served as a comfort food of sorts. I ate it up. I devoured it. Then, I moved on.
Categories: food, identity, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
I’m craving gruyère recently.
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Yum. Hope you get to enjoy!
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True if One Does Not
Constantly Try New
Cheeses 🧀 It May
Move With No Cheese
At All Moral of A Fast
Story
Be
The Move
Just Do It
Better
Yet
Be An
Original
Don’t Always
Just Sell Shoes..;)
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Every now and then you gotta have what you gotta have.
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Hear hear!
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Brie is one of the pleasures of a low carb diet.
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Yes, 👍
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Reminds me of a song parody …
“Sweet dreams are made of cheese
Who am I to dis a Brie
I cheddar the world and a Feta cheese
Everybody’s looking for Stilton”
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