Cheese Wiz, Poptarts, and Spoiled Appetites

I want to talk about cheeze wiz.
Ever since I was like, a wee little food lover, cheeze wiz has been something to frown upon and NOT eat. Something that is supposed to be dairy and comes in an aerosol can for squeezing just was never appealing to me. Apparently I was sadly, sadly mistaken.
I took a trip to Philadelphia this past week, and of course the first thing that I did was go to the bathroom. That flight was long. Second thing we did was get in a car and find a philly cheesesteak place. And the best place to go for cheesesteaks is Jim's Steak, as any local who knows anything will tell you. I went to the one on south street, and it was awesome. The whole building had an old fashioned shine to it, like a diner, and it was all monochromatic and dingy. Very vintage. So we go in, my coworker and I, and a kindly samaritan sees us looking at the menu when we come in, other diners rushing past us and getting their food. She helps.
"Pretty much, you just go up and say wiz or american. Really. And get wiz, it's the best." she smiled brightly and I tried to look thankful and NOT like a tourist.
So anyway, I made this face, because there was this beautiful pile of steak waiting to get nestled in my delicious looking hoagie bun, and these maniacs wanted me to put cheap, supermarket, economy size cheese wiz on it?
I got the cheese wiz.
And see, it's an interesting thing, all of our inhibitions we get from the things we learn, and how "grown up" we are, situations that look alot like cheese wiz. I lately have been told that artisan cheeses and crunchy, european baked bread is good to eat on sandwiches. You know, the cultured stuff. Or you probably learned that a nice dinner has to be over 20 dollars, or that shellfish has to be fresh and lightly seared to be delicious. Which is all true. To an extent. But whatever happened to the cheap sandwich shop on the corner that serves hoagies on bunny bread? Or fishsticks being a treat after a long weekday in the 1st grade? Or how about those little packets of crackers you got to dip in cheese wiz in your brownbagged lunch? There's alot of things that people will turn their nose up at, but this whole sandwich with cheese wiz thing reminded of what a brat I can be sometimes about food. Sometimes we need to just go back to like, kindergarten, and eat a poptart for dessert, or chips and mustard, or spaghetti with ground beef and ragu. Because that sandwich? Literally, and I really and truly mean literally like this when I say it, that was the best sandwich I ever ate. With Cheese wiz. The best. Ever.