So, when we used to go on road trips growing up, Mom would get us Triscuits and Cheez Whiz because it didn’t require any refrigeration and made a good snack. (I think Mom would never feed us Cheez Whiz anymore, but it was delicious at the time.)
Cheez Whiz is one of those nostalgic, childhood snacks. Even though it is disgusting when you really think about it, especially the “No Refrigeration Required” printed around the upper part of the container.
Joey thinks Cheez Whiz is for people who were born without any taste buds or sense of decorum.
I think it is delicious.
(At least I used to.)
Since he’s been gone, I bought myself a box of Triscuits and a thingy of Cheez Whiz to eat as hors d’oeuvres while I waited for my Lean Cuisine and Hot Pockets to heat up in the microwave. (Yes, folks, I REALLY HAVE BEEN EATING LIKE THAT. It’s awful.)
Last night I figured I ought to finish off the Cheez Whiz, since not much was left. So I squished out a few more Triscuits than normal and polished them all off with flair. My stomach started feeling wierd about the time I tried to drink my grapefruit Izze an hour or so later, but I chalked it up to the disgusting Lean Cuisine I had eaten for dinner.
Then, at 4:00, I woke up abruptly. Feeling…really nasty.
Like maybe I was going to upchuck.
I drank a few sips of water, walked around the house, and then put myself back to bed and forced myself to fall asleep.
As I was laying there trying to obey myself, I thought about the last few days and realized I haven’t been feeling very good most evenings and when I wake up in the night… and it seems like it starts kind of around the time I consume my evening quotient of Cheez Whiz.
This really disappoints me because I was very prepared to like Cheez Whiz again. But I’m pretty sure it upsets my stomach. I didn’t have this problem until Friday Night when I bought the stuff.
But when I think about it, my stomach is probably just revolting against the fact that I’d put something so…creepy in it. I mean, it IS shelf stable cheese product. What does that even mean…