Day 162

Havarti Cheese

The cheese aisle is a strange and confusing place. I try to limit my exposure to curdy things … I’ll eat American slices in a grilled sandwich (the real kind, not the oil-based cheese food in planet-killing individual wrappers) and I’ll eat mozerrella on almost anything, but that’s just about as far as I’ll go. Maybe a blend of pepper jack and cheddar in a mac-n-cheese (a dish that I boycotted for decades before I started making it myself). I grabbed havarti in a new-food shopping blitz, but I had to look it up when I got home. I was hoping I could swap it into a grilled cheese (because eating uncooked cheese is generally out of the question — a chalky mess). The internet assured me it would melt, so a couple slices of buttered bread later I was digging in to an almost exact replica of my normal American-filled grilled cheese. A bit anticlimactic, but not unpleasant.