The country I come from is not known for having great food. Deep fried, anemic, overfarmed seafood, paired with thick cut deep fried wedges of carbohydrates; various odd and ends of what I believe is generally pig meat, stuffed into intestinal casings, and served with the mashed version of the former carbohydrates. The saving grace of English cuisine is, of course, chicken tikka masala, of which I will hear no ill words. One thing they should be commended on, though, is cheese. From stilton to caerphilly, double gloucester to yarg. And being in such close proximity to France, they have the luxury of all the imported French cheeses also being readily available in your neighbourhood grocery store too. It's something I miss now, living in Canada. Although a smaller range of imported cheeses are available over here, the jacked up prices they charge mean my palate and my wallet are unfortunately not operating on the same level. So, a delicious creamy camembert or a crumbly cheshire is a luxury I crave often but don't readily satisfy.

It does baffle me, however, that what I have been craving of late, and often enough that I daresay it's become a habitual indulgence, can really only be seen as blasphemy to a cheesefiend.

Tostitos Nacho Con Queso

Yeah, that spicy, liquid, possibly dairy-based foodstuff that comes in a jar. And regardless of what the label tells me, I really don't know that I believe it contains real cheese. That said, the American definition of what passes for cheese does tend to differ from my own. But whatever really is in that jar, all I know is that I need it in my life. I can't have nachos without it. I have week long cravings for it that I try to ignore, but to no avail. So now I just don't deny myself. The second I get the craving (which generally occurs when I'm feeling fairly bummed out and am about to watch a film), I'm out the door to the 7-11.

If the 7-11 would start importing some brie or roquefort, I'd like to think that I'd buy those instead, in an attempt to re-refine my palate. But, it's not true. On days like today, I'd rather have orange goo that I nuke and pour over corn chips. Besides, roquefort doesn't go that well with Pabst Blue Ribbon anyway.