My last blog was about socks; this one is about cheese. Maybe I should get out more.

For the record, life is way too short to eat no fat cheese. A mistake found its way into our grocery cart. I know that no fat is code for high sugar and gummy additives. I don’t buy it. But I was in a hurry in an unfamiliar store. Neglected to notice the “no fat” label on the block of feta.

Under the heading of “How bad could it be?” we tried it. Feta should be creamy and tangy. Just a bit added to an omelet or salad provides a favor boost. The no fat version was missing both flavor and texture. Not even sure that Daisy would eat it, and this is a dog who eats anything and everything.

Decided that making that mistake has given us a new appreciation of something that we once took for granted. This morning’s regular feta sprinkled in an omelet got the notice it deserved.