Let me start by saying that I have a deep and abiding love of all things cheese. With English ancestry, I love strong cheeses like Stilton. But I'm equally happy with cheddar.
Lisa hates Stilton and seems to be indifferent to most cheese, something I cannot understand. But cheese is not as divisive as politics, and so we coexist (mostly) peacefully.
And in any case, it's not as if cheese is a regular conversation topic in our house.
Yesterday I was walking through Farragut Square, and noticed a guy mumbling/chanting something into a bullhorn. I assumed that he was part of the Occupy DC crowd that moved into the square on occasion to protest capitalism and to annoy that tool Eric Canter.
The guy was chanting something over and over, but I didn’t understand it all. He was also alone, and that meant that he was more likely crazy than enraged with Wall Street.
Then I heard him saying “Cheese sauce, sauce, sauce...cheese sauce, sauce, sauce..."
He was actually repeating "sauce" - it was not the effect of the bullhorn. He was making the echo effect into the bullhorn like a kid would mimic a commentator at a stadium sporting event.
"Honk if you love cheese sauce, sauce, sauce!”
I thought, “That guy really likes the echo effect he is making into the bullhorn. And, of course, cheese sauce.”
As a fellow cheese enthusiast, but on foot rather than in a car, I began to raise my arm in solidarity. I do love cheese sauce!
And then I realized...
"Jesus, sus, sus...Jesus, sus, sus...Honk if you love Jesus, sus, sus.”
Which of course makes far more sense than “honk if you love cheese sauce, sauce, sauce,” -- and I say that as a cheese sauce enthusiast.
So if you saw a man in a business suit raising his fist for Jesus and then changing his mind, well, it's not that I'm anti-Jesus. It's more that I'm pro-cheese sauce.
Queso ra! sera, right?