I think I burnt my tongue on my dinner. I made cheddarwursts, which really is a testament to the brilliance of American cuisine. I can just picture how the decision to make this for the first time went down: "You know, German bratwurst is pretty good, but it's missing something. No, not sauerkraut, something more American. You know, I like where those cheeseburger guys' heads were at. Let's try that; put some cheese on this bitch and let's try that! No wait, not on it, in it! Yesssss! This will be the greatest invention since individually packaged pudding." This story assumes that individually packaged pudding was invented before cheddarwurst, which I cannot guarantee. So if you're doing a report on either sausage or pudding, please do not cite this blog as a source.
As you are probably aware with cheese filled things, when you cook them the cheese stuffing gets way hotter than the thing that is stuffed. So, when I bit into my wurst, there were times when my tongue was showered with an unfortunately hot flow of melty cheese. It makes me wonder, though, if those damaged taste buds recover. Is taste like vision, where it only gets worse with age? If I continue to be careless with the temperature of my food, will my discrimination towards quality of food decline? That's kind of scary, don't you think? If I develop a taste for expensive wines 10 years from now, I don't want to have that put in jeopardy because I was impatient with chicken fingers in college. But don't misunderstand this entry to be critical of cheddarwurst; I could eat them like once every other day.
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