My previous commentary (actually, complaints) about this non-food has backfired.
Last month I ranted about my husband’s peanut butter and Cheese Whiz concoction. I expressed my gladness that the jar of yellow goop only graced our pantry once a year.
My best friend took this to heart, and this morning there was a box on our porch – a birthday gift to my husband. Inside? A jar of peanut butter, a can of spray cheese, and a jar of Cheese Whiz.
Joe is thrilled he’s got more of this “gross” concoction to feast upon. Judy is laughing for grossing me out. And me? I’m thinking about double-checking all his future deliveries.
And people think I’m disgusting when I dip french fries in ice cream.
I didn’t realize that I would get a feature spot in your blog when I so lovingly and paintakenly picked out the right combination of items for Joe’s the survival/birthday package. I actually had to go to 3 stores for the Cheese Wiz. Next time I’ll be searching for the elusive jar of Cheese Wiz with bacon bits!
It’s not the french fries in the ice cream that I find disgusting, though bad enough, it’s the dunking them in the chocolate shake that gets me!!