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2006-02-17 - 8:09 a.m.
Fancy a Bit of Wensleydale...?
Just this week, I've become a bit worried about my cheese intake. Yes, my cheese intake.
I've always loved me the pressed, aged, rennety curds, but the truth is, a block of Manchego or 3-year Canadian cheddar can often sit in my fridge for a good month or more. I may take a nibble here and there, but it's not like I down a quarter pound in a sitting. Often mold-encrusted remnants end up in the trash. Sounds like moderation, yeah?
However, one of the perks of my job is $3.50 meals at the UCSB dining commons, and this isn't your mother's creamed chipped beef–serving cafeteria. We have pasta stations, pizza stations, taco stations, a grill, a fancy salad bar, and desserts par excellence.
So I review my typical lunch choices: patty melt, pizza, chile relleno, enchiladas, grilled ham and cheese, grilled turkey and cheese, grilled cheese and cheese. Always with a nice healthy salad on the side, but still, look at the primary ingredient of my noontime nosh.
Maybe I shouldn't worry. I've never been the dietary nazi type, in a sea of
My cholesterol and blood lipid levels are fine (believe me, they're monitored enough). Still, I wonder what's going on in them there arteries sometimes.
Does it sound like I'm skipping the chicken quesadilla that's on the menu today at De La Guerra Commons? Uh. Right.
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