Inside the deli drawer of my Frigidaire, sits the last cup of Mexican (fiesta) cheese, and it kinda looks sad and lonely in its package – almost as if it knows there will be no more cheeses sitting beside it.

Honestly, I think I’m projecting; I miss you, cheese – already. I’ve been fond-u-e.

The trouble with cheese is that I love it. It might be a top 10 favorite food. From Brie and Cheddar to Feta and Gruyere, from Havarti and Jarlsberg to Parmesan and Romano, cheese steals my heart and my tastebuds.

When I was a kid, growing up in Upstate New York, cheeses were featured prominently, year-round. Every family get-together, there were always cheeses laid out lovingly with crackers and fruit, especially grapes.

Thinking about a world without cheese makes my stomach curdle.

Yes, I’ve heard tell there are Vegan cheeses, and I’ve actually seen them in the fancy grocery stores. Vegan friends have told me they don’t melt like real cheese, nor do they have the gooey-stringiness, when you take a bite and pull whatever you’re eating away from your mouth.

It’s possible I’ll get desperate and try them, but for now, I’ll wonder what I’m doing with that last cup of cheese.