in addition to becoming both my mom and my dad (in various ways both good and bad), I have also become one of the characatures I made much fun of in college: the famed "cheese vegetarian". This curious transient subspecies of vegetarian exists almost entirely on store bought tortillas filled with microwaved cheese and bagles draped in peanut butter. matt and I got a lot of mileage out of laughing at the absurdity of swearing off meat only to gorge on low quality dairy products.
look at last night's dinner party. this is a cheese vegetarian's wet dream. buffalo mozzerella surrounding a pile of burrata, which is basically fresh mozz on the outside and creamy dairy goo on the inside. it's amazing. and it was half price. why? because we bought it on the day it was set to expire. it wasn't discounted, but when we got to the register, I was like "this is going to expire today. Can I have it for half price?" they called back to a manager who gave us the green light. Four dollars saved. That's almost a gallon of gas.
this was at Bristol Farms, the absurd grocery store that only exists because there are rich old people whose only task in life is to burn their money. We went from bristol farms to Whole Paycheck, which by comparison, feels like a bargain. At Whole Paycheck, we found a hunk o cheese from near the northern italian town of Cuneo that gave birth to the Slow Food Movement. This cheese, too, was set to expire that evening. We got it for half price too. We saved $7.50 on a hunk o' cheese.
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