One of my favourite things to when I was growing up was put cheez-whiz on crackers, set them on one of my mom's many inherited china tea cup saucers, and set my little treasures on our deck by the pool (the same deck I have splinter scars on my hands from when my dad was building it and I thought it was a good idea to run my hand all along the outer edge before realizing it was tearing my skin open, I'm pretty sure I told this story to my grade three class for What I Did This Summer). Then I would jump in the pool, swim around for a bit and hang on the side of the pool eating crackers and fake cheez.
The glory days were when mum would buy the fancy onion squeeze cheese (the proper version of today's cheese in a can) and I would shimmy the orange gold onto bacon dippers.
Even now when I smell chlorine I kind of smell fake cheese too. And crunching down
really hard on a saltine always brings this memory flooding in as well.
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