My guilty pleasure…

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I can the eye-rolling from here.

What did you think? There is a reason why we call them guilty pleasures… If there was anything to be proud of, they’d be simple and totally sociably acceptable pleasures, wouldn’t you think?

I plead guilty to the charge of still liking the famous (and infamous) Kraft Cheez Whiz, at the age of fourty two.

I remember the good old days, when Cheez Whiz was considered a true cheese product. I am well aware that there probably isn’t anything dairy in the ingredients list. (no artificial flavour or colour?? I doubt it…) That was long before I developped an inconditional love for all bries, camemberts and blue cheeses from around the world.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t eat the (suspicious) orange stuff on a daily basis, but I do have a secret stash at all times. Because when I get a craving…

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