Blessed are the cheese makers

A few weeks ago, I received a cheese-making kit as a gift. I've often said, I wouldn't want to live in a world without cheese, so in case there's a worldwide shortage of this, my favorite yummy, I am now equipped to make it myself. Hurray!

To make a long story short, my attempt to craft mozzarella was a disaster. By the time I was done, I was left with a sink full of dishes, sore hands from churning the vat of milk on the stove and a ricotta-type substance that vaguely tasted like fromage. Where did I go wrong? But I didn't have time to worry about that because I was now craving cheese like a Wisconsinite. So I drove to the supermarket and bought a few bricks of the good stuff. From gruyere to super-aged cheddar, I cleared an entire shelf!

Guess what? Buying cheese is really easy. It only takes a few minutes! What psychopath thought an untrained dairy novice could even come close to creating the deliciousness that professional cheese makers produce?

So God bless the cheese makers. They deserve every good and wonderful thing. And so do farmers. And the people who make gummy bears. And the Dorito's® people. And ….