I finally worked up the courage yesterday to order two slices of swiss cheese at the deli counter. We don’t eat a lot of swiss cheese, and when we do, it’s only in small amounts. Like two slices.
Usually, I just buy the smallest package I can find, and throw it out once it’s been in the fridge awhile. (But with the intention of finding something else to eat it in. Usually.)
So, when I decided I wanted chicken cordon bleu this week, I knew I’d need some swiss. But, you know, only two slices. On account of I’m only cooking for myself and the husband.
And so I took the plunge, and after the slight embarrassment of ordering a quarter pound of ham, I asked for 2 slices of swiss cheese. The lady at the counter did just as I asked, and 52 cents later, I was the proud owner of precisely the amount of cheese I needed.