Get Busy With the Cheese

I'm overweight, I'll go ahead and spare y'all the suspense. I'm one of the millions of Americans that falls into that category. Part of my reasoning behind that revelation is that I wanted to write tonight about one of my favorite things in the world. 

Cheese.

There aren't many things in this world that adding cheese to will mess up. There are a plethora of cheeses in the world, more than I have carnal knowledge of I'm ashamed to say. Example numero uno. Whomever came up with, stumbled upon by accident or tinkered with a recipe long enough to develop the cheese danish is a genius. We should bestow upon that individual the Nobel Peace Prize. It combines, sweetness with cheese, and for breakfast no less. I don't eat them very often, but dang it, I love them.

Burger King and Waffle House have developed sales strategies behind cheese. Want a Whopper with cheese? That'll be an extra 50 cents from the price of a regular Whopper. Whopper with cheese sounds awesome. Whopper without cheese? I'll pass. Actually, I'd rather not eat at BK if cheese isn't an option.  Scattered, smothered and covered just isn't the same if the covering isn't cheese.

 If Bubba from Forrest Gump were from Wisconsin instead of down there on the gulf with all them shrimps, he'd still be talking about cheese...cheeseburger, grilled cheese, broccoli & cheese sauce, cheese cake...

I don't know what it is with me and cheese, but I can make a meal from it. I'm not talking cheese and crackers, I'm talking straight up cheese. Give me a block of muenster and a knife and I'm good. kid Kiwi, my wife, about her French diet, not to be confused with the one featured here. Sometimes she eats Brie and an apple or pear for a meal. I hope that my son can curb his cheese cravings better than his old man. When we come to the fight about he has to eat his vegetables though, I know what secret weapon I'm pulling out of the refrigerator.

What's your favorite cheese or cheese dish?  Let me know and I'll give you an unorthodox shout out in my next post.

~ Baseball IronDad

Peas & Carrots

My wife and I have been married just a little over a year.  In that time, we’ve experienced a few things that we both felt compelled to do in this life.  Fenway Park was one of them.  After our wedding night we flew to Boston, MA and spent three glorious days touring the city.  We really didn’t have much of a plan, which you may find to be amazing, but we didn’t.  Simply put, we woke up and let the day take us newlyweds where it may.

Some days it took us to very historic places, Fenway Park for example.  Boston is chocked full of history, much of it of the colonial nature.  To stroll the same streets that Paul Revere once frequented, and eat at the oldest operating restaurant in America were treats that history buffs should do at least once.  I love history, especially United States history, and three days in Boston was quite simply nothing more than a tease.

I could spend years in Boston and New England and still not get to see everything I wanted to take in.  Some of the highlights of our trip included Quincy Market, Faneuil Hall, Fenway Park, the North End neighborhood, and a stroll that took us to the USS Constitution (which was ironically closed the day we went) and a trip long, intimate knowledge of the MBTA subway system.  We even kept our Charlie Cards from the trip.

While walking around Boston though, I couldn’t help but feel somewhat like Forrest Gump.  I’d finally found my Jenny.  My wife, we’ll call her Kiwi from now on…she and I have a bit more conventional relationship than Forrest and Jenny did, but you get the point.  I look at Kiwi the way Forrest looks at Jenny.  She can plan all kinds of things for me and I don’t care, because I’m with my Jenny.  I’m much like Forrest in that I’m just happy to be included in Kiwi’s party.

The cool thing about Forrest is that he lives this awesome life that he doesn’t realize happens around him, because he’s so focused on the love of his life. 

I’m proud to admit that Forrest Gump is one of my heroes.