At first glance, cheese is perfect. It’s versatile, confident, and robust. It demands your full attention, yet when thoughtfully used, can serve as a classy compliment to the lesser food groups. It is a member of the Comfort Food Trifecta. Without cheese, society would buckle under the intense stress of a world with no pizza, alfredo pasta, or quesadillas.
We rely on cheese for the serotonin we need to survive. Without it, surely, all would be lost.
BUT.
It gives me acne.
In fact, all milk-based food things give me acne. Yet I cannot seem to let them go in favor of foods that are friendlier to my skin. Cheese is simply too delicious. But is it worth the sacrifice?
I am convinced that I could have the glass-smooth complexion of a K-Pop Idol if only I could bring myself to banish cheese and its cursed abundance of lactose from my refrigerator. With the confidence of a person with no pimples, the world would be my oyster. Nothing could stand in my way.
There are a number of well-constructed arguments for giving up cheese, yet all of them crumble to dust at the mere mention of an enchilada -piping hot, fresh from the oven, glazed in home-made salsa. Sure, if my life was empty of cheese, I could have glowing skin and would probably live longer, but at what cost? What meaning would remain in my world? What purpose? The answer is simply: none.
So, with a heavy heart, I begrudgingly relinquish my soul to cheese and all of its forms. It will always coat my bagels in a thick blanket, will always be the primary ingredient in my favorite type of cake, will always find its way onto my pasta.
Cheese is the peak of human ingenuity.
0/10 Stars.