So, as I was saying, life in Bawlimore is mostly like Milwaukee, but without the glamour. Sorta like Velveeta - it looks like cheese, but its not. Anyhow, I found the above headline picture and it made me feel a wee bit nostalgic. This is how I remember grocery stores from my early childhood. Mother's dressed to go shopping, looking over the space-age foods that we were lucky enough to afford. And there, on the top shelf, I spotted the old familiar VELVEETA box of my childhood. I did a search on Google for the old Velveeta boxes from my childhood - the ones like this: Well, this is the box, but in my Ohio childhood, all the writing was in English. But everything is better in French, right? I mean - "Fromage Fondue Pasteurise" sounds so glamorous, right? There was nothing pissy about the name. I mean it is VELVEETA in bold block letters that mean this stuff is all business, people. "Take no shit, take no prisoners". And then I star...
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