March 14, 2008
I find nacho cheese very comforting on rainy Friday evenings. Some people have a special blanket or a comfy chair; I have nacho cheese served in an individual black plastic cup and tortilla chips. Something about its orange oozy goodness puts me at ease after a long week at the ol’ schoolyard. All my stress seems somehow manageable and my worries melt away like so many chunks of semi-solid gelatinous cheese product. It brings me peace. And as Jesus once said, “Take this nacho cheese, it is awesome, and do this in memory of me.” Thank you Jesus I will.