A few months ago, my dad sent me some Easy Cheese in a care package (along with Peanut Butter M&Ms and Paydays, among other American goodies). David was happy to try everything in the box… except for that suspicious spray can full of “cheese.” Cheddar cheese is not as prevalent in France as it is in the US, and although David likes cheddar cheese, there was no way he was going to eat a processed cheese product that one sprays on crackers.
But he couldn’t resist. My French amour loves to try new things, regardless of how awful they look. Surprisingly, he actually likes Easy Cheese. Mr. I don’t know if I can live abroad because I wouldn’t be able eat all 350 kinds of French cheese likes to eat Easy Cheese. An American-made cheese.
Dad has since sent me two more bottles of Easy Cheese. They are nearly gone. Every time we have people over to the apartment, David whips out the Easy Cheese and entices them to try it. The majority of them say non as soon as they see the can. How can cheese that comes in a can possibly be good? But David persists, trying to make his friends experience new things. His friends sit in horror as he eats that orange gel on a Ritz. I laugh to myself thinking of David’s good-natured determination compared to his friends’ rejection of all things unFrench, which are therefore undesirable and unhealthy.
Just wait for Cheez Wiz, ma France. I will force you to like cheddar cheese one of these days!