Easy Cheese Pyramid

Does your brain ever think about two things at the same time?

Not too long ago, when no one was looking, Tim and I hit our tenth wedding anniversary. Happy anniversary to us! I was lying in bed recently thinking about Tim as I waited to drift away to sleep. I sure do love Tim, thought I. Maybe I should write a blog post about that. I started thinking about all the sorts of things I would say.

Simultaneously, in another part of my brain, I began sculpting a pyramid of Easy Cheese (TM). Easy Cheese, a product of Kraft foods (pictured below -- courtesy of Wikipedia), is processed cheese that you spray out of a can. Part of my brain felt it was suddenly important to construct a cheese pyramid. I began forming a base for the pyramid by squirting the cheese in a smooth spiral out from the center. Then I moved the cheese up a layer and began spiraling in.

I should say first that Tim and I have had a great ten years. Really. In those ten years, we have moved seven times, held six different jobs, owned two cars, defended two dissertations, and, to the disappointment of my mother, given birth to just one child.

In the other part of my brain, I spiraled up another layer with the easy cheese. It became a little lumpy in the middle, so I compensated by squirting a little extra cheese on the edges.

Tim and I were married long before any of my grad school friends considered marriage. Once such a friend asked me how I could get married at age 22. How did I know Tim was The One? How could I be sure? I told her that it didn't matter. I chose to marry Tim. And then stopped looking. Why would I keep looking after finding someone like him? What more was there to look for?

The easy cheese pyramid began to get unstable as the pyramid spiraled up. So I squirted some lines of cheese up the sides, from the bottom to the top. I repeated this four times, widening the pyramid.

When we were first married, Tim and I walked to and from school together daily, and met for lunch. We can't do that anymore for logistical reasons, but we still like to talk. We have talked about all sorts of crazy things. We don't agree on everything, but I'm still working on those few opinions that he really ought to change. He has a great smile and a sense of humor. He is funny and smart and very kind and thoughtful.

By the time I had widened and stabilized the cheese pyramid, the top was so thick that it no longer looked like pyramid. Pyramids had thin, pointed tops. My pyramid had a flat top where four thick stripes of easy cheese converged. How, my brain asked, was I going to fix that?

I would have to put my mouth over the top and take a bite, that's how.

Both parts of my brain suddenly cried out in disgust. Ugh! Not that!

Why in the world was my brain constructing cheese pyramids anyway? The more rational part of my brain was disgusted. Here I was trying to think up ideas for a nice little blog post on my ten year anniversary, and I was interrupted by cheese....

Ah. I finally got it. Maybe this topic is a little too cheesy for a blog post.