About a boy, and cheese
The boy misses, to hear him talk, St. Louis food most of all. We’re planning our family trip to St. Louis this summer and all he wants is to eat at Jack ‘n the Box and stock up on provel.
“I am not transporting cheese across the country in a cooler,” I said.
“Why not?”
“Ugh.” The idea of that gooey white gunk in a hot August car makes my stomach turn.
I told him he can cheese out while he’s in Missouri, put provel on everything; eat Jack ‘n the Box daily; I don’t care. He’s actually lost about 8 lbs. in the last month (no explanation) so a little cheese isn’t going to hurt him. Betcha he burns out and never wants to see the stuff again.
May 26th, 2006 at 8:14 am
Provel is not cheese, it is an abomination foisted on the St. Louis populace by that other abomination known as Imo’s, which purports to be pizza but is actually a thin roofing shingle with a good tomato sauce and white Velveeta (aforementioned Provel). the garbage is manufactured solely for St. Louis because no other self-respecting region would allow it near the mouths of the public!