Remembering the Taste of Childhood: A Poem about Government Cheese
I wouldn't consider myself a cheese lover. But I do like cheese, especially on pizza and macaroni and cheese and pasta and gouda on crackers and cheesecake and ...
Ok, maybe I am a cheese lover!
Today is National Cheese Lover's Day. In recognition of this arguably insignificant but quirky day, I am sharing a poem I wrote a few years back. It's about the first cheese I actually remember. Those cardboard boxes had a special spot in our refrigerator!
Comment below with your favorite cheese memory!
Interested in the history of government cheese? Check out this article at History.com: How the US Ended Up With Warehouses Full of 'Government Cheese'
No one knows suffering until you attempt to cut the perfect slice of this to make a grill cheese. In those moments I dreamt of having enough money to afford the perfectly manicured, individually wrapped slices in the grocery store.
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed! Those wrapped slices sure looked fancy!!! LOL!
DeleteI remember cutting myself and being forbidden to use the one "big knife" we had in the house. I was stuck using a butter knife!