You know how Cinderella turned into a pumpkin after midnight? You might not remember the story going that way, but that’s how we always told it at our house. Last night, I avoided the whole pumpkin stage and turned into a cheese ball. Well, cheese ROLL would probably be more accurate. Actually, the technical term would be “pão de queijo,” but that would only be if you speak Portuguese. And I don’t. Hence, we’re back to the whole “cheese ball” terminology. You see, I had a business debt to pay off. Remember SixFour? He helped me find my KC office back in February (when I was in a HUGE bind because the office I was supposed to move into fell through the day of the move!) and I promised to take him to (in my opinion) the BEST restaurant EVER. I finally followed through. And just so we don’t make him look bad – SixFour NEVER would have mentioned it if I hadn’t followed through. But *I* would have remembered. And felt totally guilty every single time I went without having that debt paid off. Mission accomplished. Guilty feeling gone.
I imagine most people go to Fogo de Chao for the fantastic meats. Or the great service. Or the Brazilian lemonade. I love all of those. But what I really go for are. The. Cheese. Balls. I can eat a trillion. I must have been a little off my game last night, since I only inhaled enjoyed eight. Of course, I was determined NOT to keep track. (It’s much easier to enjoy them when you don’t know how many you’re enjoying. It makes the whole calorie thing seem irrelevant.) SixFour couldn’t help himself. The minute I said not to, you can bet the econ major in him came out. I’m telling myself it was because he was trying to figure out where I put them. Whatever it was, he couldn’t help himself. Such a guy, right? Tell them not to do something and you might as well give them an invite to do it.
At any rate, my debt’s paid off. Which means I can feel free to turn into a cheese ball whenever I want, no guilt attached. That’s WAY better than a pumpkin.
