So now it's this total Proustian comfort food for me, but the thing is, it's really hard to find that canned powdered orange cheese food product, so whenever I'm at the one store that carries it, I'll buy 4 cans. Because if I run out, there is hell to pay.
For some reason, my campus grocery store carries it. This store is maybe 15 feet square, if that, and has the oddest selection of goods I've ever seen. It has canned powdered orange cheese and several types of canned frosting. It has organic unsalted peanut butter, and Skippy. There is an entire aisle of potato chips. The only pasta they sell is the super-expensive organic one. The only cheese they sell is the really cheap processed kind.
The old campus grocery store that closed when this one opened used to sell whole frozen kosher chickens. At Passover, they'd have gallon jugs of borsht.
y'all, I fear my house is not going to be ready for this person to come look at it on Sat.
It's not a looky-loo-- this person is specifically interested in your place. That stuff won't matter.
Is it wrong that I like green-can cheese better than real Parmesan for most things I use it for?
If that is wrong, then I don't want to be right. In fact, I even discovered that I don't care if it's store brand green can cheese. I buy it in volume.
I use real Parmesan for some things, but it's wasted on the stuff I really like.
I feel very validated right now! And am putting it on my shopping list. Along with capers.
Ah, Kraft. I can visualise it now. you freaks and your shared cultural touchstones. If only you knew the one true joy of the New Zealand canned cheese. Nothing goes better with bun.
At this rate, I will never assimilate.
I am feeling culinarily culturally adrift.
Foreigner.
If it makes you feel better, I have never heard of the canned orange cheese product before, so I'm a bit adrift too.
Yeah, I've got nothing on canned orange cheese product, unless it's squeezy cheese, but Tep said powdered.
Along with capers.
Ooh, capers. In fact, butter and green can cheese and capers makes a perfect topping for hot fresh pasta.
At this rate, I will never assimilate.
Hmph. It's like you don't
want
to. Freaking unamerican, I tell you what.
