My cousin Mike once told me, “Every time I see you outside of a family gathering, you’re surrounded by potato skins.” He’s not wrong. I *love* potatoes and cheese. To me, there is no better duo – forget Simon & Garfunkel, Cory & Shawn, and Taylor Swift’s cats, Meredith Grey & Olivia Benson. My list of potato and cheese combinations starts at potato skins, but it doesn’t stop there: potatoes au gratin, cheese fries, cheesy potato soup, cheddar and sour cream potato chips. I can’t get enough.
The title of this post is a bit of a misnomer. I have had my luggage lost twice in the past year, and both times I lost more of my patience than I needed to. The sinking feeling in the gut when the crowd starts disbursing from the luggage carousel is one with which I am familiar. My luggage has often been last on the belt (maybe I get to the airport too early?), but until my trip to Montreal in the fall, I’d always left the airport with everything I came with.