It all started innocently enough.
Collin wanted spaghetti for dinner. Now, as anyone who's been following this blog knows, I have never made any claims to being anything even remotely resembling a good cook. However, my spaghetti is passable. Collin likes it, and his stomach has never been pumped.
He also wanted garlic cheese bread. We had the bread, but no cheese. We were having lunch at McDonalds at the time...there was a dollar store next door...they sold food.... I could just pick up a bag of shredded cheese there, right?
I really need to learn to read labels.
No problems with the spaghetti. I then turned my attention to the cheese bread. I sliced the bread thick, topped it with the cheese and put it on a cookie sheet in the oven, expecting it to be ready in a few minutes.
After five minutes, the cheese hadn't even started to melt.
Five more minutes. Still nothing.
Another five...nothing. Well, not exactly. The bread was toasting...burning...but the cheese was still not melting!
What was this stuff, anyway? I got the package from the fridge and started reading. See for yourself....
Cheese that doesn't melt? Whoa!
There's no way I'm eating this crap, whatever it is--but Collin and I have been kicking around some ideas for alternative uses for it. I can see the headlines now...
NASA PROBE ARRIVES SAFELY ON VENUS WITH PROTECTIVE SHIELD MADE FROM DOLLAR STORE CHEAP CHEESE!
Hey--you never know where the next great invention will come from....