Reacquainted with cheese

This past week I've been pretty neglectful of my bloggy-woggy and I apologize for my few loyal readers. The past week I was without an internet connection yet again and I now have an internet connection that I'm paying for all by myself. Growing up one day at a time. But I digress. In this realm of social-purgatory I had to occupy my time in other ways, and fill the void in my schedule. And I crammed that void with cheese, and, man, it felt soooooo gooood.

I feel in Korea I have taken  my keen and healthy eating habits to a new level. Back home my one weakness was cheese. Here cheese is very expensive and  when you measure things in beer you don't buy anything beyond the bare necessities. Last Monday was a little different. I had been deprived of the internet for 3 days at this point and was a little high strung. And that's when I found cheese, on sale nonetheless, from "Denmark". When I got home I opened the package and found out they were cheese strings!!! Obviously these were not name brand cheese strings, they didn't even have a cartoon on the plain white package. That creamy salty flavour could sit on my tongue for my whole life if it wanted, or until legit-legit cheese re-enters my life.

When the weekend rolled around I went out for a friends birthday to Pasta Vanita, a classy little place that takes Italian and adds a very unnoticeable Korean twist, until you see the price. I had the pollo risotto mixed in tomato sauce with oven baked cheese on top. Then after a few hours of drinking and singing in the local Noraebong (Karaoke Bar) we went out for Kimchi Pajeon, oven-baked kimchi covered in, you guessed it, cheese. I wish I could remember the taste but all I remember is the texture of the crispy end pieces and the goopy inner pieces, some of the best drunk food I've had in Korea thus far. The following day I had a delicious cream of broccoli cheese soup which kept the cheese bender going until today. I say this because as I type away I'm peelingaway the last cheese string in my refrigerator.

Hopefully you'll find a cheap way back to me again, cheese. Because I love you about as much as Canadian beer and my family.