Yet another college story

Our last year of college, Heidi and I liked to go to this bar in Cape. For the life of me, I can't remember what it was called then, but it was across the street from Mudsuckers. It has kind of a beach-type theme. Anyway, they had good margaritas and pretty good food, plus we liked to play trivia on the little game things with the tv. We'd go there, have a few margaritas, and eat some food. One time I ordered their fried cheese sticks, which I thought was a safe bet. I'd had them at many places before. When I ate the first one, it tasted kinda weird and the cheese was weird and kinda runny. The cheese sticks I'd had before just had mozarella cheese and it wasn't ever very runny. I decided to call this cheese goat cheese. Even though I know it wasn't, goat cheese became the name for any kind of gross cheese.

On my 21st bday, we ate there again and I had the cheese sticks. I was telling everyone they had goat cheese and of course, Heidi and I were cracking up. My old roommate, Stephanie, didn't think it was very funny and she was getting kind of mad and kept saying "it's not goat cheese." We just laughed.

Heidi was telling me she went to a happy hour thing a month or so ago and they had cheese sticks with gross cheese and she kept saying it was goat cheese. No one understood the joke and she just kept laughing about it.

The reason this story came to mind is because some lady emailed the secretary here and wanted a recipe for goat cheese and of course I got the luxury of trying to find it. Why would you want to make goat cheese when you can buy normal, good cheese at the store? Cheese from a goat just sounds strange and gross to me.