I've been surveying different Frys lately in an attempt to side step my three grocery store visits a week to get one item here and another here or here. It's irritating. Apparently, if you shop at a Frys that is not ghetto, but is in the ghetto, then you actually can get a really good selection of food. Well Bravo!
Anyhoo-da-lilly, I was at Frys in the ghetto (not to be confused with ghetto Frys or ghetto Frys that used to be Smiths that used to be Smitty's (Oh my! I have lived here too long!)) and I was purchasing some items that I needed to make dinner that night. On my list was Monterey Jack cheese for my scrumptious green chile chicken enchiladas. I made my way down the refrigerated dairy aisle and began to glance at the cheese. I eyed each hanging row of cheesy goodness like a word search trying to peep out my monty jack. It was not there. I could not find it and I started to panic. Oh my gosh, how am I going to make dinner? I don't want to stop at ghetto Frys. I'd have to go home and then back out with the kids and it's 1000 degrees of nasty outside. What the frick am I gonna' do?! I gathered my wits about me and looked one last time but knew that my cheese-y-word-search-like skills had not failed me. And.then.I.saw.more.cheese. What? More cheese? How can this be? Cheese comes in cute little packages of a rectangular shape and you can actually shape, cut or grate the cheese in any which way you choose. No! Way! I remember cheese like this from the olden days when my mother slaved over her handheld grater and picked it up with her bare hands to place it on a casserole. Those were the days.
Cheese-y story short, I am so stupid. Did I actually forget that not all cheese is pre-shredded and fancy? Have I somehow gotten myself in a cheese-only-comes-in-a-bag mind meld? Or, could it be that all of the choices that we have today are making us stupid? Because...I think, uh, we are, stupid I mean. Uh-duh!