August 8, 2004

That salty greek perversion

I must confess, I do have a bit of a thing for greek salad, particularly that delicious crumbly cheese, all moist and tangy. It tastes almost as good on the eye as on the tongue.
Pete and I have just lunched, very lightly, on cheese and marinated chillies. It seems so wrong, on a Sunday afternoon, yet at the same time, it feels good.


13 thoughts on “That salty greek perversion

  1. I can’t stand the stuff and always refer to it as fetid cheese.

  2. Sorry, are we talking about feta cheese or fetish cheese? I’d love to join in the debate, but want to make sure I don’t get off on the wrong foot…
    (Note to self: Getting-off-on-the-wrong-foot as subject for future post)

  3. A propos of nothing, I bet Doctor Pockless wears suspenders under his academic gown. And that Badgett, too. Dirty old professors.

    Karen on August 9, 2004
  4. My definition of cheese does not include the proviso that it can be pickled in brine.
    What I have to love about this current design is that if you’re partway down the page when you hit refresh in an IE browser a large phallic Uborka flashes on the screen for an instant in Fight Club-stylee.

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