It was just National Cheese Lover's Day, and I couldn't be happier. For a few years, cheese was something I could only dream of inhaling. I was your typical well-fed Jewish girl, partial to Chinese food and non-alcoholic Shirley Temples.
Hunger is the mother of invention. It was my first day working from home in ages, and I was starving. It was Friday, which somehow in most people's minds, including mine, has become Pizza Day (why is that?).