Yeah, that "cheese food" stuff is not at all OK. I must have eaten acres of it as a kid, between the macaroni and cheese, the individually wrapped American cheese slices, and the Velveeta. And the cheese puffs, cheese balls, and cheese sticks. Nowadays, I shun Velveeta like it's meat, sometimes splurge on a canister of cheese sticks, and still have a fondness for macaroni and cheese. ("Kraft Dinner," as some Canadian counterparts in the writing program called it. They were made fun of.)
While eating a well-balanced dinner of fried rice and beer, the rice container somehow catapulted from my hand and spewed itself across the carpet. I still can't figure it out. Paully took it all in stride, saying "well, you vacuumed today, so it's probably alright to eat it." I swept it up with the broom.
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