But there has been a battle for years. And finally one has triumphed.
This battle spanned decades. At least two and part of a third for me.
In my youth, it was Kraft. The ubquitous.
In college, for a brief time, there was Velveeta. No Milk needed, so microwave-only cooking was a distinct possibility. Pasta in water. Nuke. Strain. Cheese sauce. No fridge space wasted on Milk. More room for beer.
Then I got over college (and grad school, and got my papers). Really only sophmore year of college was in question. Freshman year was too much cafeteria. Junior year was living in on-campus apartment-style living. Senior year (one semester) was dorm with a kitchen (112 was mine kids).
Lemme tell ya', I was almost right. I bake a MEAN macaroni and cheese.
Really, ask Pearl.
But tonight, I stopped at the local uber-mart and got myself some Velveeta goodness.
In the world of the processed (No, Ron, not the best world), there is a clear winner.
With the parameters of processed cheese with noodles as the the challenge, and Annie's not a participant; there is one clear winner in the "What do I want to eat late at night when only fake cheese and hard little noodles will do."
And it's Velveeta. The creamier, non-milk needing racer.