I LOVE Shredded Mozzarella Cheese.
Not sliced, and not cubed.
Because I’ve always adored that powdery texture that only shredded Mozzarella has. It’s just so cool, refreshing, and delicious.
(Which brings me to an aside: why does refrigerated cheese seem like a healthy snack, but melted-cheese-on-anything seems like a hunk of lard that’s headed straight for your hips? Just a thought.)
As I was saying, I love Shredded, COLD, Mozzarella Cheese.
Until this week.
I happened to be absentmindedly looking at the back of the package (tip: NEVER, EVER absentmindedly look at the back of ANY food packaging!!!), and I saw this:
Ya learn something new every day. I never knew I had a fondness of the taste of powdered cellulose.
I know that Cellulose isn’t the same thing as Cellulite, but now all I can think of when I see Shredded Mozzarella Cheese is this:
And now, I’ll never be able to eat Shredded Mozzarella Cheese in good conscience again.
Not that I won’t eat it, of course, but I will just be consumed with guilt and fear as I enjoy it’s powdery, delicious, cellulostasticness.