Remember I said I wouldn't eat any cheese during my pre-pre fast?
Tonight I'm making yogurt, and the milk has been so milky as I've heated and stirred it ... mmm...
La Vaquita Fresh Salvadorian Style Cheese, Houston. This link has an interesting story about the family that produces it. Very milky! Fresh cheeses are so fresh-tasting.
Yes, I am stalling from the point.
So, there was about 1 1/2 serving of the round left and I cut it up in little pieces and ate one of them, serving the rest to Tom, bless him, for we've gotten off our meal routine today and have gone past dinner. And we shared the last piece. I probably ate 1/5 of an ounce of this dense and delicious food, and really enjoyed the taste. It's still in my mouth because of it's density.
So here's why better is sometimes best.
Although I chose contrary to my guideline (very un-aesthetic of me, un-puritan, imperfect and typical), I practiced new eating skills: cutting and eating a smaller portion of (a historically binge) food, tying the evening's peaceful, pleasing milk and yogurt vibe with a celebratory food, and then writing about it. Well, I guess that last's not an eating skill. I digress. Cheese makes me dreamy.
Although good may be the enemy of great when speaking of art, science, and romance, I think that better may sometimes be best in the realm of transformational development.