America celebrates so many wonderful pawlidays: Infleapendence Day, Groundhog Day, and of course Christmouse. But by far the best, in my humble ratty opinion, is today: National Cheese Lover’s Day.
Just think: 24 whole hours dedicated to the adoration of cheese, glorious cheese! As we squeak, cheese-tasting parties are happening across the country, people everywhere enjoying any of the 900+ cheeses made worldwide. I have a mind to sneak a nibble of each type today while the humans aren’t looking. But with so many, I might need a little more time to sample them all … oh, rats. (Not!)
What’s not to love about cheese? Everything’s to love about cheese! What better way is there to enjoy a pot of fondue but with cheese? And would it taste as good if you topped your pizza with tomato sauce alone? What keeps the chicken happy in its quesadilla except the gooey bliss it’s swimming in? And who puts the “Mac Daddy” in everyone’s favorite macaroni dish but cheese? And hey, let’s give appreciation to the slices we consume straight up – like my naked mole rat friends squeak, there’s nothing better than going in-the-buff.
Sure, doc-rats blame its high fat content for the rising epidemic of cheese bellies and its tendency to cause “internal backups” (if you know what I mean), but cheese is also credited with strengthening the enamel of our incisors and helping lull us into rat naps.
So on this special pawliday, Carpe Cheesem: Seize the Cheese, and don’t wine about it tomorrow – the constipation is worth it for a day!
Keepin’ it squeak,
Bob
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