Monday, January 23, 2017

Say cheese! NOT








I hoped I was having a bad dream. There I was covering a meeting at a vo-tech school that was showing off its culinary arts program. The school administration was there, the school board was there, and so were some city officials. It was a lunch meeting.

I looked down at the table in front of me. There was cheese soup, some kind of pasta covered in cheese. A baked potato dripping with cheese. The only thing that didn’t have cheese on it or in it was the green Jell-O.

Did I mention? I hate cheese. Good thing I like Jell-O.

It seems that no matter where I go people keep trying to cram cheese down my throat. I go through a fast food drive through. I order a hamburger.

“You want cheese on that?”

I used to be polite and say, no, thank you, but they heard the thank you, ignored the no, and I’d get a cheeseburger I didn’t order.  Now I just say, emphatically, NO!

You can’t just scrape it off; little bits of it remain and the taste lingers. I once drove back to the drive through and demanded a new burger without cheese. I got it, but they acted like I had committed a sin.

I like to watch the Food Network, but it seems that every celebrity chef is getting kickbacks from the cheese lobby. They put that stuff on everything. The state of Vermont has a law, so someone says, that it’s against the law to eat apple pie without cheddar cheese. Haven’t those people heard of ice cream?

I find though that I’m not alone. Recently I found a blog called “Cheese Sucks.” A British writer, Ellen Scott, wrote an article about a year ago that I found on the Internet called: “28 struggles only people who don’t like cheese understand.”


Here are a few. “Canpes are a minefield. Cheese puffs, cheese and crackers, little cubes of cheese with pineapple. Finger food is for cheese-lovers, not us poor, neglected souls.” Peanut butter on Ritz crackers is so much better. Bring your own to the next party you’re invited to.

Holding back your rage when someone suggests you just haven’t been eating ‘good’ cheese.” There is a correlation; people who say “you’ll like liver the way I make it.” You could gold-plate cheese, or liver, and I’d still go for the peanut butter.


“You will never understand the fun of fondue.” I will if it’s chocolate with bits of pound cake.

“Overhearing people talking about loving a ‘good stinky cheese’ genuinely makes you want to throw up.” I know someone who made a cheeseburger with Limburger cheese and stunk up the kitchen for days. We are no longer friends.


I don’t believe little kids prefer mac ‘n cheese to any kind of good food, like steak. And did you know people roll mac ‘n cheese into a ball and deep fry it? Gross!

If you like cheese, feel free to indulge. Just don’t be insulted when I politely decline to share. And one more thing: I’ll bet my cholesterol is way better than any cheese-lover’s.








Monday, January 9, 2017

Have a happy day



We’ve just come off three months of reasons to celebrate one thing or another. We started with Halloween which celebrates little kids being scarier than usual and demanding candy. Then there was Thanksgiving, which really kind of gets lost between Halloween and Black Friday which has almost become its own holiday, leading up to Christmas. Most recently we celebrated New Year’s Day.

I’ve always liked Jan. 2. The holidays with all their stress are over, and it will be another year before they’re back. Nice, quiet day.

But for those who need a reason to celebrate, there’s a lot going on between Jan. 1 and Valentine’s Day — or for those really eager to commemorate something — Groundhog Day.

A website exists that lists very rinky-dink holiday anyone can think of. Take Jan. 2 for example. I like it because it means the recent holidays are over and it will be a long time before they’re back. But Jan. 2 also is Happy Mew Year for Cats Day and National Personal Trainer Day, most likely because after so many people make New Year resolutions to get fit, more personal trainers are employed on this day than on any other.

Jan. 3 is National Chocolate Covered Cherry Day, a worthy holiday. Ever wonder why chocolate covered cherries come out of hiding only at Christmas? They’re good at any time, really.

Jan. 7 is Fruitcake Toss Day, which is probably similar to the time honored tradition of punkin-chunkin’, observed in the fall no doubt.  

There are days honoring English toffee, Sunday Supper and No Pants Subway Riding (Jan. 8), which is also Elvis Presley’s birthday. Thankyouverymuch.

Jan. 13 is Blame Someone Else Day, most likely observed by politicians, bureaucrats and millennials. There’s even a Nothing Day, Jan. 16. Of course there is. But how does one celebrate it?

I will not be celebrating National Cheese Lovers Day Jan. 20 since I am a cheese hater. But I will be first in line Jan. 24 to celebrate National Peanut Butter Day.

Answer Your Cat’s Questions Day is Jan. 22, but I’m not sure how to celebrate it. My cats don’t ask questions. They state the way things are and how they will always be.

Is it a coincidence that Jan. 26 commemorates both National Peanut Brittle Day and Dental Drill Appreciation Day? I think not.

So many reasons to celebrate throughout the month, and a couple of them involve chocolate.
January doesn’t have to be bleak and cold as long as there’s a reason to kick back and celebrate. Although I’m not sure how to celebrate Thomas Crapper Day Jan. 27, considering what he’s given credit for inventing — and naming. But I think I can handle Jan. 29 – Curmudgeons Day.





Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Just say it!






OK. It's a new year and some people make resolutions. I find resolutions to be a huge waste of time, but there is one thing I want to do, now that a fresh new year awaits us like pizza dough awaits pepperoni.

I'm officially declaring war on political correctness. What has PC gotten us except for a way to dance around subjects and pussyfoot around the truth?

My disdain of political correctness began was when it was suggested that 'illegal aliens' was hurtful and instead should be called 'undocumented foreigners.' Oh please!

One of the things I looked forward to when I was young was that when I grew old I could say what was on my mind and get away with it because I'm an old lady. I will not be denied that!

No more do I bite my tongue when some punk calls me "young lady." I know some older women find it flattering, but I find it patronizing and insulting. So now when I hear "How are you young lady," the response is "Just fine, little man, how are you?"

A few weeks ago I watched with a great deal of pride as a woman older than I responded to a waiter who asked, "Can I get you guys anything else?" She replied, "Do we look like guys?"

These examples are small potatoes, but left unchecked small potatoes grow into big spuds with no taste and must be destroyed.

For example, comedian Steve Martin who was forced to drop a message he had posted about the first time he met the late Carrie Fisher.

"When I was a young man,” he wrote, “Carrie Fisher was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. She turned out to be witty and bright as well.”

It was a lovely tribute to her upon her death, but some mental midgets thought Martin should honor her memory in a more politically correct way. He should have told them to go jump in the lake.

"That characterization of Leia is something Fisher spoke out against her whole career," argues Claire Landsbaum in a piece for the New York magazine, discussing Fisher's famous Princess Leia character. "Remember Fisher for her immense talent, her outspoken feminism, and her moving commentary on mental health -- not for the way she looked onscreen."

It would seem in his message Martin did all of that. And why can’t a woman be pretty and a feminist and an advocate for mental health? Who said women have to choose one over the other?

Others agreed, pointing out Fisher's specific remarks speaking out against objectification, sexism and ageism. But one has to wonder why she would reprise the role as Leia so many years later in the Star Wars sequel if she found it so distasteful.

Others didn't see a problem.

"[Steve Martin] tweet about [Carrie Fisher]," commented one Twitter user. "Am I missing something? What is the squawk about? Sounded lovely to me."

Others went so far as to imply some of those speaking out against Martin's comments were bullies.

"I'm going to be p***ed off all day because people bullied Steve Martin into deleting a tweet about his friend, Carrie Fisher," remarked one man.

It’s time to stop this nonsense. My high school English teacher summed it up best, “Say what you mean and mean what you say.”