Cheesy – A Poem

Give me not, wee squares of Gruyere delicacies Punctuating party charcuterie boards, plucked Upon with tooth picks bow-tied with lace doilies. But, hefty handfuls of creamy cured cheesy curds, High on the list of things, of which one never tires. Mac and cheese, those twins of the culinary empire Their Romulus-like elbows hold truckles of cheese:Continue reading “Cheesy – A Poem”