I have a confession. Even, I, maker of mayo-less coleslaw, cooker of quinoa, saute-er of spinach; succumbs to the power of a certain processed cheese product. I blame my childhood. Not that we had this often, but sometimes we did and it was delicious. And maybe If I tell you that it reminds me of my mommy, you’ll forgive this artery-clogging habit.
The meal becomes even classier when there are multiple cheap beers in the picture.
Even better when you add sour cream and two kinds of hot sauce.
I have officially dismounted my healthy food high horse. As I always say, the thing about the high road is that you come crashing down, and you fall hard.