My husband returned from a brief visit to
his Home and Native Land (CANADA).
He brought back lovely Christmas gifts,
good stories of great friends,
treasured family memories recent and past,
and
an obsession with "Cheese Toast".
I scoured the grocery store for
CHEEZ-WHIZ
and
TEXAS TOAST
too embarrassed to ask it took awhile.
He devoured the entire loaf in two days.
I now call him the CHEEZ-WHIZARD.
P.S. I believe that my brother-in-law created this monster.
P.P.S. I love you anyway.
3 comments:
Unfortunately I have to confess that the cheez whiz addiction runs in the family. Once I realized I had the addiction, many years ago, I went cold turkey and NEVER, EVER BUY IT or have it in the house. I once got a jar as a gift (from Shane) but gave it away immediately.
You need to nip this in the bud before it becomes a real problem.
You are right about his brother.
I'm sorry, it must be in the genes.
Ha! Baby Clovis loves her Whiz. Soon she will be ordering the Double-Double.
The Whiz addiction also has origins in the Maritime region of Canada where cold mornings would be spent singing chain-gang spirituals as we dug out the fishing boats and stuffed our hungry bellies with a cheese spread known as Wuz-Cheese. It held similar compounds to today's Cheez-Whiz, including 0 nutritional value and an overall lack of cheese! I, for one, highly endorse the empty gap filling properties of the Whiz and encourage young Georgia to get on the wagon!!
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