Claudia, Charity, and Cheese

Charity stares at me as I take my lunch out of my cheddar cheese colored bag. My best friend seems speechless as the scent of mozzarella, pepper jack, potato bread and tomatoes waft around us. Irritation flashes in her eyes as she says, "Girl, you are Obsessed with

cheese. And I mean obsessed with a capital O."

I shrug, "I would say that I like cheese, but I'm not obsessed with it."

"You eat cheese everyday."

"That doesn't mean its an obsession."

I free my grilled cheese sandwich from its foil, and lift it to my nose. I close my eyes as I inhale the delicious flavors of the cheeses melding together. I let out a happy sigh as a giant smile takes over my face.

Charity shakes her head and stabs her salad with ferocity. "You are definitely obsessed." She mutters under her breath.

I open my eyes. My world shrinks to just me and my sandwich. Nothing else exists. I take a huge bite, and my eyes water as the flavors I've been dreaming about hit my tongue.

"Claudia, are you for real? You're crying over a cheese sandwich." Charity says with disbelief, her eyes wide.

No time for her antics. It is me and the cheese.

I slowly chew, and my world explodes with salty, fatty goodness, punctuated with the crispy fluffiness of potato bread, and refined by the acidity of the tomatoes.

This is what I call heaven. Cheesy heaven.

Charity lets out a long frustrated sigh. "And you say you're not obsessed."