so it turns out that pretty much all i want to write about is my little brother. you know how writers speak of "finding their subject"? i guess he is mine. he came to visit this past weekend and set my heart ablaze anew. the man can wax equally poetic about darren aronofsky and the higgs boson, all while eating a hot pocket yet making a massaged kale salad. it's hard to comprehend the awesomeness.
he also is the living version of this recipe; he's all about fancy mixed with cozy. he will either be rocking a skinny tie and polished leather shoes, or an enormous JNCO hoodie left by our older brother that goes down to his knees with some fuzzy skull-printed pajama pants my mom sewed. high and low, sharp and soft. so when he came to stay, i knew these aged gouda cheez-its were the perfect thing to make.
these cheez-its are in-freaking-credible. we woke up early and made them around eight am, and immediately set to work popping them in our mouths. when we feared we would eat them all before nine, we forced ourselves out for a walk, returned home, and polished them off with coffee. you want this. you want all of this.
(the only thing i swapped was some homemade ketchup from last season that had a little heat to it for the hot sauce, simply because i had it, and am cheap.)
you're going to want to make nine batches of these to start. you can always make more later.