I don’t like Gorgonzola cheese. I shouldn’t eat much cheese anyway because it makes me feel very sick, but Gorgonzola seems to be in a class of its own of cheese I cannot eat.
Unfortunately, this knowledge would have been useful before I ate and paid for a bowl of gnocchi with Gorgonzola cream sauce.
I went in with high hopes and excitement and upon first bite, felt very sad and a bit stupid.
But then I thought about it for a while and thought, okay I bought this yucky dish, but maybe I can bring it home for left overs so it’s not a complete waste.
That way it’s less of a ten euro waste.
But additionally I also thought, well this was a good lesson to learn.
Now I know for sure, and in a way I will not forget, that I really do not like this cheese.
There was a price to pay, but it wasn’t that high and it was a lesson that I learned.
I chose, almost immediately to see the positive, to try to move forwards and not dwell.
I take this as a good sign of change. I am happy that I didn’t dwell and moved onwards. Not something I would have done normally.
Change is good. Change requires some growth, some pain (my stomach is feeling it now), but it’s good and it makes my heart happy (which distracts from some of the stomach pain).