This Christmas I made cheese logs to give away to family and friends. A double batch made 20 cheese logs. We gave them all away and didn't have enough, so I had to make some gingerbread men and handmade Christmas tree ornaments for some people I missed. Actually, the gingerbread men were exclusively for me, but I decided to share a few.
Anyway, my man has been grumbling the past few days because we didn't keep any of the cheese logs for us to eat. So I caved in today and decided to make another batch for ourselves. I sent him to the grocery store with a very specific list: 1 lb. sharp shredded cheddar cheese, 1 lb. Velveeta, and 1 lb. cream cheese.
When he returned, I took the bag from him and began emptying it on the table. The first thing I see is a two-pound block of sharp cheddar cheese and immediately begin to dread shredding a pound of it by hand.
"I asked for shredded," I said.
"You did? I didn't see that." He checked the list. Yep, it says shredded.
"Well, you have to shred it," I said.
I continue emptying the bag and pull out four 8 oz. boxes of cream cheese and a two-pound box of Velveeta.
"You got two pounds of everything! I only asked for one!"
"I thought we could double it," he said.
"Double it?! Do you know how many cheese logs I can get out of a double batch? TWENTY!!!"
"Oh," he said. "Sorry."
"Honey! That's SIX POUNDS of cheese! Do you think you can eat six pounds of cheese?!!"
He just laughed. Of course he thinks he can. Ugh.
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