My friend Pauline and I went to a big garlic festival this weekend.  The best moment of the event was sampling a local vintner’s wine — and by “local”, I mean he was a unkempt roughneck who had a bloody shaving nick on his chin   — while tasting some of his finest cheese.  The cheese came from an aerosol can.  It was Cheez Whiz.

Imagine the scene if you will:  Me sipping a glass of pumpkin pie wine with one hand with a fingerful of Cheese Whiz in the other as a smiling hillbilly with a bloody chin stands before me. It was….very real.