It's a good thing you asked, nubs...I've been making cheese logs all day. When I'm not drawing that little turtle from the "Can you draw this turtle? You could be an artist!" brochure/commercial, I generally like to kick back with a Shasta and make cheese logs by the metric ton. A lot of people say it's the herb-crusting that makes the flavor so replete with splendor, but I'm going to guess that it's more the ABSENCE of bloody gauze, prophylactic wrappers, and shoddy turtle drawings that really round out the taste. I had made some cheese logs with those ingredients, and they were a hit in Mississippi - I called them "Delta Pride - An Ole Miss wedding in your mouth!" Cheese Logs, and they sold like Confederate flag hats in a truck stop in Meridian. Then the "guv'ment" stepped in, took away my business (and my left pinky toe, for good measure). I've been drinking wood glue for about 3 days. In short, I NEED a brother. I made one last weekend, but the felt is tearing off of the 2x4 and the lady next door wants the mannequin head back. You can be my brother, friend. We can create a vast cheese log empire. I'm going to buy a spaceport. Then I'm going to buy Vaught-Hemingway and turn it into a petting zoo. Oh, they beat me to the punch.
Thanks a kaboodle.......... I'm going to marinate in turkey grease on Thanksgiving. Then, when you and the Mrs. come in to mom and dad's, I'm going to kick your arse in NCAA 2004, then gouge out your eyes, shove turkey necks down your orbital sockets, and dance whilst singing, "It's My Life" by Talk Talk. Finally, I'll out-eat you at the table. I'm LSU and you're Ole Miss. You bleaux and you know it. You're goin' down!!
Yes, you and I met once....but you never met my brother. You would've known, since he has a 7-inch triangular-shaped fleshy knob sticking out of his right eyebrow. He also has teeth in his ear and smells like burnt cabbage. It was great meeting you then, by the way!
