Hospitals collude to present themselves with future patients by serving terrible food. The cafeteria served oily pizza, pasta with heavy sauces, and french fries with hamburgers. Okay, they did have a soup and salad bar and baked chicken with some sort of fluorescent red sauce, but nothing really appetizing. Aside from that, it was guaranteed that if one steps out of the room for any length of time, the doctor would come and the latest information would be missed. So, my sister and I tended to just cut back on eating much of anything.
When we got a break Thursday night from our sister Diane, we went to Teresa's house, where she packed a lunch bag for me of more healthy snacks. I took them gratefully. I settled in for a restless night at the hospital. In the morning, I decided breakfast would be the three individual cheese servings in there. I didn't even look at them, but opened them and ate. I was surprised at the taste, for Teresa and her son tend to milder tastes, not the sharp cheddar my family prefers.
I ate another. By the third, I was thinking that the sharpness was really remarkable, perhaps sharper than even I buy. When she came in that morning, remarked on the sharp cheese, at which point she said that it wasn't sharp, and in fact it was a colby and monteray jack blend, both mild. I fished in the garbage for the wrapper.
Good thing I have a sense of humor.