Of Questionable Consistency

I was nibbling a Weight Watcher's String Cheese (and a very satisfying nibble it is too at only 50 calories).

I nibbled my way layer by layer until I came to a little bubble of not-quite-but-almost-cheese in the middle. I bravely teased out this less-evolved cheese, which was something like a salty curd.

Now there's a naughty little nook where this curd used to be - I look away. My tongue grumpily reports back 'Not so much with the good'.

Now the remains of the cheese lies on my monitor stand, and I don't know if I want to finish it. I've already had enough for breakfast today - I'm not hungry, just snacky.

My upbringing argues for zero waste, and my waist argues otherwise.

Upbringing wins.