It wasn’t too long ago that I was in the deli section of the supermarket buying lunch supplies for the coming week. It was then the hair netted, employee behind the counter offered me a taste of “head cheese”. If you’ve never had it before, it ain’t cheese. It’s this weird meaty mismatch of chewy bits held together with a thin layer of clear gelatin.
And surprisingly tasty.
I relate to that head cheese. I too am a mismatched bundle of emotions, frustrations, and general WTFs held together by a layer of friends, love, and family.
Also, I may not be the most balanced lady in the world, but I can flick my pointer finger really fast so it looks like it’s broken and freak small kids out. That has to count for something.