Then it lurked in the back of my fridge and I forgot about it. Boo!
I rediscovered it yesterday, and although it was quite ripe and stinky, it was absolutely divine when spread on whole-grain toast and drizzled with a little honey. Yay!
When I offered a tiny taste of it to The Boy, he made an awful face and said, "It tastes like Toe Jam with a Salt Water Reduction Sauce."
Ha ha! Somebody's been listening in as his mom watches too many cooking shows on TV.
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Also, a couple of weeks ago, we hosted a BBQ lunch here for the coworkers of Lovely Daughter #2. It was a potluck affair, and some young person brought this...product...as their contribution.
I understand that this was a childhood favorite for some folks, but seriously? We are all adults now, people. Something labeled "Pasteurized Prepared Cheese Product" ought to immediately raise your Fake-Food Alarm Status to RED ALERT.
It wasn't so bad that somebody brought this stuff to the BBQ, but it was appalling that they forgot to take it with them when they left. I mean, what am I going to do with this travesty? It isn't even real food!
Then it dawned on me:
A teeny bit of it, ripped from the plastic-wrapped square, is perfect for disguising the twice-daily pill for my pug Mu Shu! I have been known to hide his pills in pricey imported Brie, if that's the only malleable cheese in my fridge at the time. But when I do that, The Hubby blows a gasket. (Can't blame him.)
Now, I have a practically endless supply of pill-disguising...stuff...that molds like Play-Doh, will last almost forever without going bad (how can you even tell when it goes bad??), and the pug thinks it's tasty.
Because "tasty," to a pug, means "anything that fits in my mouth."