Say cheese....

This is my Velveeta cheese....strange huh, why would I be blogging about my cheese. Well Romania doesn't sell Velveeta, so my Mom brought this to me when she came to visit last month. The strange thing about this is that I.had.to.have.it. and I never used it when we lived in America. So I think the only reason I had to have it was because I couldn't get it here. What if I needed it, and the what if's were driving me crazy...I had to have it! But before I go any further I think it is also strange that Romania has a million cheeses and not this one. I can't believe they don't have room for a processed, not really a cheese, cheese!

Anyway, like I was saying I had to have the Velveeta, but I had no reason to have it, I had no recipes that called for it....until Wanda! My friend Wanda made a super soup the other night and it had Velveeta cheese in it. It was a cheesy potato soup and it was wonderful, it was worthy of my cheese! This is a recipe I will use for a long time, which brings me to new problem.....


The recipe also calls for this stuff. I don't really know what it is. It is some kind of dried seasoning stuff that is made up of all the healthly for you stuff, salt, sugar and dried vegetables, oh and red dye. This is what makes this soup so good. Well just like you can't buy Velveeta here, you can't buy this stuff in America! When it comes time to leave here what am I going to do? I feel the same pressure I felt about the Velveeta....I.will.have.to.have.it! So what's a girl to do.....stay here forever and have the dried veggie stuff or go home to America eventually and have my Velveeta....life is full of difficult questions...

*I want to dedicate this blog to Ray....I didn't make fun of him once in it!