I lied when I said this blog would not be sexual. Bites burned my tongue as my teeth broke through the crunchy, sticky exterior and hot cheese leaked out. The actual meal I ordered was mediocre, but you’d have to try very hard to make goat cheese taste bad. In my defense, goat cheese is my Achilles' heel. I hate to write this post about another Minneapolis restaurant especially after I talked so much smack about the cuisine there. When I arrived at Coalition Restaurant in Minneapolis, Minnesota and I saw fried goat cheese on the menu, it was a natural choice. Anyone who loves goat cheese as much as I knows it’s an expensive item to fall in love with.

In fact, I’d go as far to say I escort to keep up with my goat cheese addiction. It’s a kind of creamy, tangy goodness sent down by angels to show the world that God really exists. However, goat cheese is not a normal cheese. Even now with all the delicious pescatarian options that I’ve introduced back into my diet, I’m likely to order something cheesy off the menu. Safe to say I developed a slight cheese addiction. Many dinners I had grilled cheese packed lunches were cold cheese sandwiches with string cheese. At fast-food restaurants, I bought mozzarella sticks and cheese fries. I grew up eating mac and cheese and dinner rolls at Thanksgiving and Christmas. It wouldn’t be until a decade later that I started to introduce seafood back into my diet. After a few cold nights curled up on the kitchen chair, it was my parents who conceded. They said I would change my mind after a couple nights of being told I couldn’t go to my room until I finished my plate would change my mind.

The declaration shocked my parents and was met with dismissal and disbelief. When I was 8 years old, I told my family that I was going to be a vegetarian.

Fried mac and cheese balls restaurant