It’s probaby the most repulsive snack food I have ever seen.
I’m studying organic chemistry in Vanier’s Shrum Lounge, and have been for the past few hours. I look terribly dorky with all these models assembled around me. But I’m definitely not as weird as the three people I’m sitting with who are snacking on string cheese.
I don’t know what the worst thing about it is, but I’ve compiled a list of it’s nastier qualities:
- It smells like the thick wool socks that Tech Ed teachers wear. Except this particular teacher uses their socks to store old cabbage during the night.
- It’s flaccid. Holding string cheese upright, it just doesn’t have the same structural integrity as normal cheese.
- It’s fibrous.
- It makes a distinct (and distracting) smacking noise when chewed. Like cheese-flavoured bubblegum.
- It must be coerced into the mouth by much finger stuffing and lip flopping.
- It comes in bulk packages. This means the people next to you have an endless supply of string cheese with which to fuel their studies.
Overall, just ew. I don’t care if you can make little hula dancers with it. String cheese is horrible.
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While trying to study today, which was just another huge flop, I watched the food network. From that sentence alone I’m sure you know who this is. Anyways, continuing with my story, I was watching the food network and they were talking about the production of string cheese. I cringed. The whole room did in fact. They showed horribly unappetizing clips of a thick mass of curdled-milk-white ‘cheese’ sludging from a tube that must have been a good 2 feet in diameter. D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G. On another note, we should hang out soon because if exam weeks carry on any much the same like they have been these past two days we shan’t be seeing each other till we return to the land of the dead. If that turns to be the case then I will indeed parish before Victoria had the chance to rob me of my youth.