You taste kind of like the recycled cardboard you’re packaged in.
A weekend away calls for eating poorly. A weekend away in Wisconsin calls for eating really poorly, eating things like fast food burgers and burritos, tater tots soaked in sausage gravy, bratwurst, cheese curds, cheese dip, beer, custard, and beer. I got home last night and resolved to eat the best salad of my life.
You did not disappoint at all. Drizzled in olive oil and balsamic vinegar, peppered with leaves of basil, with the toasted walnuts just slightly melting the goat cheese so that it lightly covered nearly every leaf.
Don’t get me wrong, Milwaukee, I love you and all your fatty foods. But my salad cleanse was fabulous.
The former vegetarian in me will never die, which is why I cook meat in my house maybe twice a year, and why I’m just not a huge meat eater in general. But sometimes, man, I just want a burger. This only happens a few times a year, and I can’t help it that this afternoon the entire hallway smelled like meat and onions. It was time.
I’ll admit that I was a little nervous - after all, you are a huge slab of meat filled with bleu cheese (not my favorite). But you also have bacon within, and are topped with red pepper jelly, which is what really sold me. Come to think of it, why am I telling you all this? You know who you are. Delicious. The sweetness of the red pepper jelly cut the pungency of the cheese, and although I kind of missed the bacon, I still enjoyed you a whole lot.
See you again in a few months,
You were everything I thought you would be, and more: salty, sweet, and delicious. For the headache you gave me after, I thoroughly forgive you.
You. You and I are getting together again. End of story. I’m not one for flings with something so great.