Cottage cheese, of course, is the food God developed specifically to
torture women, to make them keen with yearning.  Picture it on a
plate, lumpy and bland atop a limp lettuce leaf and half a canned
peach.  Consider the taste and feel of it: wet, bitter little curds.
Now compare it to the real thing: a thick, oozing slab of brie, or a
dense and silky smear of cream cheese.  Cottage cheese is one of our
culture's most visible symbols of self-denial; marketed honestly, it
would appear in dairy cases with warning labels: THIS SUBSTANCE IS
SELF-PUNITIVE; INGEST WITH CAUTION.
 
Caroline Knapp, from "Appetites: Why Women Want"

Well, she's wrong. I like cottage cheese. It's very refreshing chilled
in a summer salad with crisp lettuce, tomatoes straight from the garden,
slices of crunchy hot radishes, the sweet cucumber flavour and bright
blue surprise of borage blossoms and thin strips off different coloured
sweet bell peppers.

I also like it filled with chopped gherkins and flakes of salmon.

I like it stirred into thick home made yoghurt with blueberries (or
chopped strawberries, or fresh raspberries) and chopped apple, cinnamon
and real vanilla, and topped with nuts

I like cottage cheese in lots of ways. Even alone with hot Roumanian
paprika liberally sprinkled on top. The label should read "this
substance is light, nutritious, and versatile. If you enjoy it, eat it.
If you don't like it, eat something else"

Laurie what's her problem? Phoenix


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