I have a confession to make today. This might be upsetting to some of you out there, but I just have to get this off my chest.
I have a mild obsession with fake cheese. Wow, I feel so much better now.
Yes, I said fake cheese. Like fake movie theater/football game cheese. This stuff…
Yes, that is sitting inside of my refrigerator as we speak. All six pounds and 11 ounces of it. Kind of disgusting, right? Even though I am the one with the mild obsession, B is actually to blame for this one. This is what happens when I let him wander alone in Sam’s. We end up coming home with random items like this.
Anyone want to have a fake cheese party? I am afraid it might take ten years for two people to consume this much fake cheese. If it takes any less than that, I will be even more afraid.
Oh, I totally love fake cheese! I also love the cheese wrapped in wax…it may be fake too, but I don’t care. It’s awesome. I’ll totally come to your fake cheese party.
mmmm… fake cheese…
thankfully it won’t go bad so you guys can totally take ten years to eat it. I am not into fake cheese but I promise not to judge you for it.
How about fake powdered cheese? There’s something so comforting about mac-n-cheese in the blue box!
I purchased a tub of fake cheese just like that shortly after moving out on my own for the first time.
I ended up forcing people to eat nachos (had to have the bulk round tortilla chips to match) anytime someone dropped by for a visit.
Mmm. Fake cheese.