In the interest of continuing my cheese adventures, today I ate a grilled cheese sandwich with Swiss Cheese on it. Yes, that’s correct, I don’t eat Swiss cheese. Except for today.
I don’t as a general rule enjoy the taste of Swiss cheese. Today, however, what with all the American cheese and Pepper Jack cheese smothering it (it was a very multicultural grilled cheese sandwich), I found that I didn’t mind the Swiss cheese at all!
Of course, I could barely taste it.
(I might also have been distracted by the bread, which was tough and soggy all at the same time. Here is a suggestion for hospital cafeterias everywhere: if you are going to call it a “Gourmet Grilled Cheese” consider not making the sandwiches 30 minutes ahead of time then leaving them to languish beneath a heat lamp for hours. It’s an insult to the word “gourmet.”)
Doesn’t matter. It still counts. I’m still considering it a smashing success. I could handle the Swiss!
On that note, let’s talk about crab.
My bestest girl friend in the world has challenged me to a crab meal at Joe’s Crab Shack. Other eaters less picky than I are eagerly anticipating the event and experience a thrill at the very mention of the word “crab.” My faithful foodie friend Sarah has confirmed that Joe’s Crab Shack is indeed a reputable crab establishment.
For Colorado, anyways.
So, September 30th, 2011 is Crab Day, and, as always, you are all invited!
Join me for a lovely butter and lemon massacre…with maybe a little crab meat on the side.
I mean, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do to get through her first meal of arachnoid crustaceans. Right?