tu·ro·phile, ( n) tu̇r-ə-ˌfī(-ə)l: Cheese Lover.
My favorite Wallace and Gromit* film has always been “A Grand Day Out” where Wallace and Gromit run out of cheese and decide, quite sensibly, to build a rocket ship and fly to the moon. Which is made of cheese.
The reason for this is obvious. I love cheese. Hard cheese, soft cheese, sheep’s milk, goat’s milk, moldy cheese, cream cheese. The only cheese I don’t like is low-fat cheese. Low-fat cheese is an offense to cheese. Cut your calories somewhere else; that bite of brie isn’t going to tip the scale. Cheese is tasty. Cheese is comforting. Cheese makes sense. Saying “Cheese” makes me happy, whether I am smiling for a camera or eating a plate of it with some wine for a late dinner (as I did last night).
Imagine my delight, and slight embarrassment, when I saw this clip from an episode of 30 Rock:
So I say, “Let them eat cheese!”. There is no shame in considering cheese as your main protein source, or having 4 different kinds in your fridge at any one time. You can even play Cheese or Font, an online game in which a name pops up on the screen and you, the player, needs to decide if it is the name of a cheese or a font. It’s tricky.
Two summers ago, my friends and I became so obsessed with this game that we made up a theme song for playing.
To the tune of Tears for Fears’ song “Take on me”:
Cheese or Font?
Whats it gonna be?
Cheese can also be life saving. The blue mold that gives Bleu (or Blue) Cheese it’s name is actually the cultures of the mold Penicillium, the very same mold which produces Penicillin, the ancestor of all modern antibiotics. *Oh SNAP*
*if you don’t know what I am talking about, check it out here: http://www.wallaceandgromit.com/films/granddayout/about.html