by Karen Edmisten
We savored the stuff.
O, lactose intolerance!*
No more mac and cheese.
* I'm not the one with lactose intolerance, but since I've been tiptoeing (tentatively, with many stumbles over stubborn old habits) down the vegan road, I guess I should be thankful that Betsy's lactose intolerance has helped get certain cheesy dishes out of our house. And yet ... and yet ... O, cheese! Food of the gods! How I love you! Can I ever really let you go?
Hey, I can call that haiku, too:
Cheese...food of the gods!
How I love you. Alas, can I
let you go?
Okay, I think it's time to stop.
For a starchy, cheesy Poetry Friday, visit Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference.