As I was making fresh pasta with organic spring vegetables and free-range roast chicken for my in-laws, I spied amongst their bags the above.
These crunchy corny cheesy knubby pegs (thus, Cheezies), brings me back to a childhood in the Northern regions of Canada. The taste of this wonder from Belleville Ontario gives me flashbacks to countless Friday nights at the arena, skating round and round to Tears for Fears and Bryan Adams, curling bonspiels, after a Jackrabbits class in the hilly snowy woods, or after a swim in the frigid summer lake.
A lone bag of Cheezies reminds me that even though tastes may change, nothing beats the flavours of childhood. Oh yes, I ate half the bag and licked my fingers too.
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Meghan, just looking at the cheezies bag reminded me of when I was a kid! They were so much cheezier and crunchier than cheetos. Now, where can I get a bag of those...?
ReplyDeleteI think bribing relatives in AB?? I will have to do that for MB!
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