I am not sure how I could possibly have an 18 year old. Surely, I was only five when she was born...
Somehow, there is now this person living in my house that started out as a little, floppy, wailing mass who wasn't capable of doing anything more more than eating and pooping (I wish she had been better at sleeping) and now she is this big person who is legally an adult and is old enough to vote and all that stuff. Sheesh. It just kind of sneaks up on you and slaps you in the face.
Now, I don't have a Runner Girl story that ties back to garlic and herb cheese; but I do have a Runner Girl episode that ties back to food. Since its more embarrassing to me than to her, I think its safe to share...
I was still going to college when The Runner Girl was a wee lass. Those early days were cra-zy - I am not sure how any of us survived it all. I would get her & her sister (still a baby) up, bundle them up, drop them off at the sitters on my way to work, go to work, leave work to get to class and then head back to work. The world moved at one speed "go". Like I said, crazy times.
She was a busy little child. Always had something going on in that head of hers - although, she often wouldn't let you know what it was. Sometimes, now, we get to hear a little bit too much of what's going on - until the spicket shuts off - and then, there is nothing...
Anyhoo, during her toddler years, I was in the middle of the sciences portion of my studies. Organic Chemistry, Atmospheric Chemistry, Analytical Chemistry. All that fun stuff. As I noted, things were crazy and I didn't always pay attention to the world around me. I just assumed things were as they should be - I should have known better.
I can remember it like it was yesterday. Organic chemistry. The class was taught in a huge lecture hall - about 100-150 students in a class. The hall was in the shape of a bowl - which means you had to climb down stairs to get to seating. Once you were down to your seat, you were kind of stuck.
Soooooo.... I get to my seat a couple of minutes before class is scheduled to start. I set my bag down on my desk and reach inside to get my notebook & textbook. And ewwwww - there is something sticky and gooey all over my hand and I feel something kind of crunchy.
I pull my hand out of my bag and realize that my hand (and all my class stuff) is covered in egg. Mother of Pearl. I was hoping desperately that no one around me noticed. No such luck. So I climb back out across the row of people and scuttle up to the nearest restroom to get some paper towels to clean up this mess as best as I can (of course class had started by that time).
Red faced, I sit through the lecture, wanting nothing more to hide under my seat.
Somewhere during my commute back to work, I finally put two and two together. I remembered that every time I went through the kitchen that morning, Wee Runner Girl had been playing in the refrigerator. The little monkey must have been putting eggs in my bag - one of her favorite things to do was hiding stuff.
Fortunately, these days when she takes eggs out of the refrigerator it is usually to eat them or make a batch of cookies...
Let's talk about garlic and herb cheese. There's not much to say - I think the pictures say it best.
As you can see, we enjoyed our herb cheese with fresh vegetables and some crackers. I wasn't expecting much out of this one, but we really liked it & it has made a repeat appearance. This one was a winner.
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