One Cheesy Blog

Cheesy. Or is it cheesey. Or cheesie? However you spell it, how did it get such a negative meaning? I like cheese. I worry about a possible cheese war between Wisconsin and California. Will the president send troops? Those commercials about happy California cows making the best cheese are getting the Wisconsin cheese-heads mighty riled. I like real cheese. I don't care where it comes from. But keep your American cheese, please. Nothing American about it. Boring. It has no taste. Give me sharp cheddar or Frankemuth. Take me to France for real Roquefort. And please, no processed cheese spread. What a travesty. An insult to cows.