That'll Do.

Those of you who have come to expect healthy recipes from me may want to shield your eyes, or, better yet, leave this page right now. Because, tonight, Ben and I aren't just going to eat our feelings, we're going to feast on them.

Between two slices of ciabatta, the events of this lousy week will do battle with caramelized onions, bacon, and horseradish-infused farmhouse cheese (made from the milk of spectacularly-happy, free-range, grass-fed, Lakeview, Michigan cows, I'm told).

I suspect that delicious will triumph over distress and all will be right in our world very soon. How can it not be?

Behold: The BLCheese. (The L is silent, by the way.)