Pub Cheese

Unloading groceries the other day and what emerged from one of the bags but a moderately sized tub of Pub Cheese.

You’re probably wondering whether this is a non issue or to get extremely excited. I agree, let’s get excited. 

I mean… Pub Cheese.

That dazzling, zingy orange cheese paste that insinuates… something. 

I honestly can’t tell if it means Linda found some cheap cheese, a new expensive cheese, she has a new recipe that calls for it or if there’s an impromptu Vegas Night coming to the house. The possibilities are admittedly finite. 

I haven’t broached the Pub Cheese subject with her yet. 

Conversely, she has said nothing about it. 

She hasn’t put a label on it yet that says ‘Don’t Eat This”, as she would have if she’s intending to use it on or with something.

We have a Cheese history in this house, sometimes harboring as many as ten different cheeses in the dedicated fridge drawer (although such bountiful, Cheese extremism is rare).

If it remains unopened, I’ll eventually ask what the deal is, as I think this might be the first time we’ve had Pub Cheese and I want to know if I should feel anything like impressed or honored. 

This might all just be because we’ve got some crackers in the house. 

Probably no Vegas Night coming. 

Mm.

I don’t even know if I like Pub Cheese.