Most people think them a food for children under 5. I say they are a cheesy little slice of the Celestial Kingdom.
Craig's sister Julie had us over for dinner the other week and cheese puffs were on the menu. I'd forgotten how my taste buds so enjoy the puffs. You need to watch out though, you can sit down with a bag and before you know it you've eaten half of it.
Then Craig brought a bag home from the store the other day. Oh, the guilty pleasure. I took a look at the nutritional information on the bag. Yeah, um....cheesy little slice of love handles is more like it.
I've noticed whenever I have a session with the puffs I always end up with a numb tongue and permanently stained orange fingers. Though that orange color is resistant to soap and water, it has no problem transferring to everything I touch for the next 3 days. Sorry walls, phone, Max, piano music and every white shirt I own.
Why am I writing about cheese puffs? I don't have the slightest idea. Obviously I need help.
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