When I lived in China, this was often the only cheese I could get. And I have significant cheese-needs.
Anyway, when I am sad for no good reason, like today, this makes it all not so bad. Its not like I feel less sad, rather I somehow get to enjoy a sad day. Like a sick day when your mom brought you soup when you were a kid. Its beauty.
My perfect ratio? 2/3 of a wedge of cheese to one triscuit. Cause I like cheese. YUM!
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