Since I was a little girl I always had a great dislike for most cheese. I couldn't stand anything other than a sprinkle of medium cheddar cheese in a burrito or fake powdered cheese like one can find in a box of mac and cheese. Any other traces of cheese and I would spit out my food, or swallow dutifully if with company and then refuse to eat another bite. If someone offered pizza I would take the cheese off, I would instantly taste sharp cheese in my burrito and I would (politely) demand that my bagel only be buttered. I don't know what started this abhorrence to most cheese but whatever it was made a very long lasting impression. My parents, family and friends when introduced with this genuine distaste would immediately assume lactose intolerance. That is not the case. I just really don't like most cheese at all, especially melted cheese like in grilled cheese sandwiches or as on top of the aforementioned pizzas. My family thought I would grow out of it and my taste for cheese would just come into play later in life, such, thus far, has not been the case.
Well, for the most part. I have to say I have made one addition to my list of cheeses I tolerate... cream cheese. I don't know when I started allowing it on my bagel or then even liking it and not scraping it off but it has come to the point where I pack it on reaaaal thick. I love cream cheese. I've never been able to put love and cheese together in a sentence before without saying macaroni and having the assumption that the "cheese" is probably radioactive or going to stick in my stomach for 10+ years. So what happened? I don't know, but every once in a while this great shift happens.
Another great shift was on the thought of marriage. For years as a middle school and high school girl (lady) I was almost positive that marriage wasn't in the cards for me. Yes, some of that was self loathing, insecure, "no one will love me enough to marry me" self pity but some of it actually was serious. My parents relationships, while not horrible, definitely didn't sell me on the idea and I wondered if when I got older and fell in love if I could do without the huge ceremony and certificate. I was certain there for a few years that I could, and that I would enjoy that decision more than following the common route.
I was oh so wrong. I, C, am here today to tell you I am a full on wedding addict. Not the kind that wants to get married over and over again, I want it to happen only once unless there is a renewal of vows, but the kind that loves looking at pictures of other peoples' weddings, one who religiously follows blogs like The Wedding Chicks and 100 Layer Cake. For goodness sakes my next career goal is to become an engagement and wedding photographer. Honestly, when did I become so sappy? (I mean no offense to anyone or the blogs mentioned, I don't really mean sappy as a negative, the blogs are gorgeous as are the weddings showcased.) When did I go from no wedding (cream cheese) to heaps of wedding (cream cheese)? I'm not sure I'll ever know. Maybe that infamous maternal woman instinct is kicking in, maybe it was something latent always there underneath the surface, I'm not sure. All I know is that these weddings shown on these blogs are gorgeous and magical and totally in line with my lifestyle. They look like a real celebration of love which looks so much better than the formality some weddings shape up to be.
I understand that the amount of cream cheese I put on my bagel really has nothing to do with my love for pretty weddings, but it was something to think about as I sat in front of my computer mesmerized by Bree Van De Camp's poise and perfect house (Desperate Housewives Season 2) while I was eating a bage, dipping it piece by piece straight into the tub of cream cheese. My how some tastes change so drastically.
Are there things like that in your life?
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