But albino, because of the bleach. So they'll make interesting pictures when the Weekly World News finds out?

I have a different opinion of the finest cheez snack known to man: [link]

Alas, like Doo Dads, they are no longer made. I suspect the Keebler elves put a curse on Nabisco execs to make them stop production on their tastiest snacks.

Okay. The next F2F that we're actually able to make it to, we bring a few bags of Barbara's Cheese Bakes and prove it to all you doubters.

They've wrecked me for all other cheesy puff things; the only ones I can even tolerate anymore are the new Cheetos puffy puffs with organic corn and white cheddar, which are clearly a total imitation of Barbara's. Admittedly, though, a successful imitation. They just taste so much... tastier than other cheese puffs, it's crazy.

But then they're not junk. They're just... food.

I maintain that no matter how fancy and organic its base ingredients may be, any food that contains both little to no nutritional value and enough tastiness to cause you to lose control and eat an entire big bag in one sitting, then sit around licking your fingertips and chasing the salty crumbs around the bottom of the bag, is more than worthy of the noble designation of Junk Food.

And, Cindy, I don't think Barbara's has any MSG.

::pointedly ignoring whitefont talk, as still traumatized by Hec's tale of the deliquescing watermelon excavated from the back of our fridge earlier this week::

Junk food has to be bad for you. Not just not good, but bad.

Wimbledon:

Federer is arguing with the computer. Heh. I don't think you're going to win that one, honey.

Bah -- I finally need to put in my air conditioner, but I thought I would go get an actual bracket first, instead of my usual "balance and pray" strategy for keeping it in the window. Apparently the only hardware store in my neighborhood is the one down the street that, as far as I can tell, is only ever open when I'm at work. OK, maybe they're open on Saturdays, but I'm 90% sure they are closed on Sundays. Bah!

Jesse, put the a/c in. I mean, it's Sunday — what better day to pray that it doesn't fall out?

Wimbledon = good stuff.

Otter Lake weather = bad stuff.

Coffee = good stuff.

Work to do = bad stuff.

O! Buffistas. Wither thou posteth, I will post; and where thou bloggest, I will blog. Where thy food rottest, mine will rot. Thy people shall be my people, and thy junk my junk.

I am Cindy except without the clever word stuff.

Ack! Must leave home before finishing watching the final!

This hurts.

Barbara's Cheese Bakes

Can you taste the bleu cheese flavor on them? If so, I'll need to pass. I really don't like bleu cheese. If not, I may try them.