Living in Texas, I don’t get much snow. I certainly don’t get any Real Snow, as seen in other parts of the country. It’s this thin, icy, imitation of the genuine article. So I may have lost touch a bit with what snow looks or behaves like. Or smells like.

Still, imminent demise at the hands of a dinner-seeking ogre notwithstanding, I suppose having a gentle blanket of cheese all around the house could be fun. Cheese balls. Cheesemen. Cheese angels.

Think about it.