Fridays of Intestinal Fortitude: Cheese, Glorious CHEESE.

Note: Fridays of Intestinal Fortitude is a weekly feature about food, food and more FOOD. No, I do not necessarily want to be a food blogger, but I do LOVE to talk about food prep, cooking food, eating food and making sweet love to food. Okay, maybe not the "sweet love" part. After all, this is not meant to be an homage to 9 1/2 Weeks.

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This is the last post of Wedding Week at Rancid Raves. (See Also: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Behold, the Cauldron of CHEESE.


My sister Jill and I have a long history with cheese.  We LOVE cheese.  Cheap, mass-produced cheese. Expensive cheese crafted lovingly by an artisan. Goat cheese.  Cow cheese. Smelly cheese.  Not-smelly cheese.

We... Don't.... Care.

We simply love CHEESE.  Before we had kids, one of our favorite quickie meals when we would get together would be a plate of fruit and cheese.  In fact, one of my favorite meals at the Freestate Brewery in Lawrence, KS is their fruit and cheese plate.  Then, we had kids and for some reason, children require actual meals rather than scraps of fermented milk and bits of fruit.

Jerks.

And fruit.  I loved this shot of picture-perfect Alaina eating a messy cherry with juice dribbling on her fancy dress.  Also, that gorgeous bouffant?  Screamed for a 1960s Picnik effect.



Since Jill and I raised our daughters RIGHT, they love cheese, too.  Lactose intolerant kids need not apply for membership in our family.

Move along, kiddo.  You'll need to find another family to support you and your lame-ass digestive system.

Cheese?  Is serious business, folks.