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Wallace and Wensleydale



What would the world be without cheese?
Less colourful, I guess.
Definitely less flavoursome.
And particularly less gooey.

I'm not fussy when it comes to cheese...give me melted cheese, brie, cheese curls, feta cheese in a greek salad, or gouda on a salticrax... one bite and I'm drooling, literally. It's the soft chewiness, the burst of flavour, the slight saltiness, the creamy goodness that has me rolling it about on my tongue. And when it is melted, all stringing, warm and gooey...omg, playing with my food then, is allowed and demanded. So you can imagine that Pizza is one of my favourite dishes for this very reason. 


Now sharing a Pizza with my loved one, is another story entirely. 

It is the ultimate cheesy, romantic, really-after-2-decades-of-marriage-we-still-doing-this- kinda thing?
It's fun watching him pile all the extra's on top: the flecks of garlic in olive oil, the fresh green chillies (hot & tangy) the tiny curls of Parmesan...fully loaded slices placed in a  hungry mouth, nom nom. I love watching him steer clear of all the big slices because he knows they have my name all over it, how he lets me steal the cheese dribbling off his slices, and the chunks of chicken...finders keepers!
Watching him eat, is the ultimate turn on.
A man who enjoys his food, and finds pleasure in your enjoyment as well, well he is a keeper.

Somehow I  prefer my relationship to be cheesy. We take these things so seriously in general, that we take the fun out of it entirely. Loving shouldn't be that hard, being in a relationship shouldn't be that complicated and being with each other should be fun (most of the time)


Give me:

  •  cheesy sentiment : "I love you more than sports on TV, Honey!"
  •  cheesy gestures: A naughty wink, or copping a feel when no one's looking
  •  cheesy jokes shared while driving around in the rain

Awww, my heart just melted like cheese on a hot grill in a burger joint.
Love you, Baby, ...
  • like cream cheese & salmon on toasted rye,
  • like extra mozarella on pizza
  • like melted cheddar on a grilled cheese sandwich
  • like brie and cranberry jam on crackers
  • like Wallace loves Wensleydale

Here's to making more cheesy memories with The Big Cheese.
Camera at the ready:
Say cheese!

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