I’m sitting in my kitchen eating Gouda cheese with almonds loving every bite, but feeling so guilty about it.
Meghan got me into Gouda a couples months ago, and until yesterday, I refused to let myself buy it for this very reason. The logic was that if it’s not around I can’t eat it. It would only be a treat when I’m at Meghan’s. Not sure what got into me yesterday, but I bought 0.31 lbs of Naturally Smoked Gouda (half is gone now).
This got me thinking…What happened to the days when a grilled cheese sandwich was a perfectly acceptable, guilt-free meal?! (My mom made the best grilled cheese). I mean, I know why cheese is bad, but sometimes I wish I didn’t. Or that it wasn’t bad at all!! Sigh. Off to the gym now…to work off the Gouda.