Blab-o-Denise

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	DENISE’S CHEESE RANT Here's my cheese rant. Cheese is now a condiment. It's on EVERYTHING. I cannot order anything in a restaurant without first checking to see if it has cheese in it, on it, or grafted into it like a cross-pollination experiment gone horribly wrong. Here's how a typical restaurant visits goes for me: ME: I'll have the grilled chicken with rice and vegetables. Do you put cheese on your vegetables? WAIT-PERSON: Yes, but we can leave it off. ME: Please leave it off. WAIT-PERSON: Would you like a salad? ME: Do you put cheese on your salad? WAIT-PERSON: Yes, but we can leave it off. ME: Please leave it off. WAIT-PERSON: What can I get you to drink? ME: I'll have water. Do you put cheese in your water? WAIT-PERSON: Yes, but we can leave it out. ME: Please leave it out. Okay, so maybe I exaggerated with the whole cheese in the water thing but it's close. And another thing. I must say I don't want cheese "anywhere on my plate." Otherwise, they go on an item-by-item basis. "She doesn't want cheese on her vegetables or on her salad, or even in her water, but she probably is okay with it on her rice." Live and learn. Is it any wonder no one wants to take me to a restaurant? I don't blame them. But I'm also not going to eat cheese.

		*This is a cheese-free zone*