Havarti! Provolone! Pajama Sam, The Stuff of Nightmares

I know what you're thinking:

"A Throwback Thursday post on an actual THURSDAY?! You're SURE you took your medication?" *feels forehead*

I know, I know. But getting beyond that, let's talk about something important: cheese.

According to a post I did not actually read to validate its claims on Facebook just now, cheese is actually an addictive substance. This makes sense to me, since even though I'm mildly lactose intolerant I did eat broccoli and cheese soup today for lunch, along with a bleu cheese-topped salad, AND I had mac-n-cheese for dinner. And then my housemate came home with a serving platter--yes, a full serving platter--of block cheese.

I don't know what it is, but cheese is following me today.

There was a small debate over what sort of cheese was on the serving platter. There were the basics--American and cheddar, of course--but then two non-standard white cheeses were up for discussion. My husband identified one as pepperjack (gross), and the cheese-bringing housemate claimed the remaining mystery cheese was havarti.

"Provolone," I said, to nobody in particular.
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Because I am prone to saying random words in the middle of nowhere, everyone ignored me, and Cheese-Bringing Housemate went on to discuss the merits of the cheeses. She said something like, "I think it really balances out the flavor of the havarti."
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And I said, "Provolone."

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