Say CHEESE!

I think it was my wife that told me years ago that one definition of being rich was having choices. I was pondering this concept when my mind was distracted with my morning dilema: Sumatra, Latte or Chai. Tall, Grande or Venti. Scone, muffin or protein bar.
When I was just a lad, all I knew about cheese was that it was good and it was American. It was on our burgers and in our Mac 'n cheese, and it was American. It was sliced, wrapped, processed, yellow and may or may not have been an actual dairy product. Good ol' American Cheese. I didn't know that there was any other kind. No variety or selection, just cheese, that's all we needed. Well, based on this, I guess we weren't rich.
Soon after we were married, we were told that there was a government overstock of cheese. Just come on down to the local fire station and pick up some free overstocked government cheese. Again, no choice...but it was yellow, delicious and free. Apparently, still not rich.
Now, I seem to have too many choices. Let's see, I'll need some brie for Peggy's famous baked brie, some smoked gouda with crackers and wine, bleu cheese crumbles on the salad, colby jack slices on the burgers sprinkled with a little parmesan and...oh, yeah, that's right...no cheese on my diet. Not feeling very rich right now.