No, I like all kinds of things that probably shouldn't even be called "cheese" -- processed individually wrapped *fat-free* American cheese food slices, for one. (No, I seriously do. They make great grilled cheez sandwiches.)
I keep Kraft singles in the house for making faux-egg-macmuffins. And yet I do not like paneer. It's a texture thing. And a flavor thing.
(I used to think it was just that I'd never had any really good paneer, but then I discovered that the paneer in India tastes exactly like the paneer in the States.)
All this talk of cheese is making me realize that I haven't had lunch yet. I wonder if there's somewhere around here I can get macaroni and cheese.
Baby!
Wow, she does look like Paul. I hope she gets his eyelashes. Little cutie girl! Oh the sweetness.
Mmmm, macaroni and cheese....
Aimée, go get curry.
Yes, ma'am. We have a little Curry in a Hurry round the corner from us now. I'll go try it. What KIND of curry?
I like the (presumably) adult finger in the picture that gives you a scale on just how TINY she is.
We're gonna call her Tickybox for the rest of her life, aren't we?
Sweet. (Baby!)
TICKYTICKYTICKYTICKYTICKYBOX!!!!!!!
I am literally thisclose to tickling my monitor right now while cooing "Who's a widdle ticky box? Is you a widdle ticky box?" She's that cute.
(And no, Tep, I'm sorry. It's over between us. I just can't be with someone who doesn't eat all the same cheeses as me.)
Baby!
Wow. So dainty and intelligent! And the little newborn caps kill me dead with the cuteness every time.
