almost but not entirely unlike pizza
I’m late with my post today. I’m sorry. Today was both emotionally and logistically complicated. By the time I was home, with everything settled that couldn’t wait till tomorrow, what I wanted was some comfort food.
I had planned to tell you about my Cheez Whiz® epiphany at the BBQ this weekend. It was the first time I’d eaten Cheez Whiz® in adult memory. The processed cheese food was part and parcel of a broccoli, chees/z and rice casserole, which was just about exactly the right accompaniment to the best backyard brisket I’ve ever tasted. (Note to Southerners: although he’s a born and bred New York City boy, my host was of Louisiana stock. You can put down your shotguns now.) I had planned to tell you about how it made me reconsider the local food thing. Not that I’m opposed to local and natural foods. Far from it: I’m delighted to support my local CSA; and I fully believe that, in addition to being demonstrably tastier, locally-grown low-intervention produce is actually healthier than its wan supermarket cousin. What I was thinking was more along the lines of this: if we’re good little locavores and eat all our kale, what’s the harm in a little Cheez Whiz®?
