Garden Vegetable Jack

The other day my wife brought home these Sargento cheese snack bites.  They’re like little rectangles of cheesy goodness.  She got cheddar for me and garden vegetable jack for herself.  I’m very visual when it comes to food, so if it doesn’t look appealing, then I will usually pass.  The cheddar was okay…a little sharp for my taste.  The garden vegetable jack was whitish and covered in herbs and spices.  I immediately was suspicious of it and decided that it was better to err on the side of caution and avoid it.

However, the day I ate my last cheddar bite, I found myself still craving cheese.  And the only thing left in the refrigerator was several unopened bags of garden vegetable jack.  I decided to try them…how bad could it be…it was cheese, right?

Oh…my…god!  It was like heaven in your mouth.  I have never tasted something so scrumptious, something so absolutely bursting with flavors.  The spices and cheese blended so perfectly that my eyelids fluttered close and I audibly moaned.  I lost track of time…of existence…of everything.  That is until my hand hit the bottom of the empty bag.  I had eaten the entire thing!

My first thought was panic and how to hide the evidence.  My second thought was about the remaining bags in the refrigerator.  Thirty-two servings later, spices all over my chin, my spousal unit found me an hour later laying on the floor, empty bags scattered around me, in a cheese coma.  I didn’t even care.