There are several things in life I swore I’d never do.
- Shop at Walmart.
- Listen to country music.
- Go bungee jumping.
- Read a single page of any of the Twilight books.
- Buy Velveeta.
So it is with great consternation that I must confess to committing a cardinal sin this weekend, and breaking one of my own hard-and-fast rules. I certainly didn’t set foot in the dreaded big-box retailer that I despise; couldn’t tell Tim McGraw apart from Blake Shelton if my life depended on it; would have to be all kinds of crazy to strap a rubber band around my ankles and willingly jump from a bridge; and prefer my vampires to be of the non-sparkling variety. I did, however, break down and not only buy Velveeta, but I actually cooked with it, too.
Oh, the shame.
Velveeta is such a weird product. First of all – what IS it?! I’ll tell you what it isn’t: cheese. I had to ask one of the grocery store employees at Winco where to find it the other day, because it wasn’t where I expected it to be. In the dairy aisle, you know. Instead it was stacked up like a pile of bricks (and is just about as heavy as one) on the end cap of one of the meat sections, but wasn’t refrigerated because – even though it contains ingredients like milk and whey – it’s also got alginate and apocarotenal, not to mention a really long shelf life. Using Velveeta in lieu of cheese is cheating, and I like to call anybody who does so a velcheeta. I first wrote about this nearly two years ago, when hardly anybody read my blog and I could get away with insulting my mom over the internet. Nowadays I’m more careful, but the fact is, she does happen to have a fondness for this foil-wrapped loaf of fake cheese that defies explanation and makes me think I just might have been adopted. In fact, she insists that the next time Tara and I have a grilled cheese sandwich challenge, we try her version of this American classic, which is made with Velveeta and Miracle Whip.
I almost want to cry.
With such an obvious distaste for this product, you’re probably scratching your head right about now and wondering what on earth possessed me to buy a block of the stuff. The truth is, before this weekend I figured I’d be much more inclined to give in to country music, because if nothing else Johnny Cash is considered country and I actually love the Man In Black’s music. I might even dig a Miranda Lambert song or two. Rest assured though, indie and alternative rock still comprise 90% of the music on my iPod. The Velveeta, then? The reason is simple.
I was on a quest for a really good macaroni ‘n cheese recipe.
Actually, I have a really good recipe. It’s Alton Brown‘s. I’ve been making it for years, and it’s delicious. But when it comes to cooking I like to experiment and even if something is tried and true, the temptation to mix things up occasionally is too powerful to resist. So I ventured on over to allrecipes.com and plugged in a search for mac ‘n cheese, sorting the results by rating. And quickly discovered that the four highest-rated recipes called for a mix of real cheese and – gasp! – my dreaded processed nemesis. I assumed that this was some kind of joke, but in reading the comments from people who had tried the recipes discovered that they actually LIKED them. A lot. They praised the creaminess that Velveeta imparted to the overall consistency of the dish.
“Perhaps,” I said to myself, “You are being too quick to judge, Mr. Petruska.”
I’m what you’d call an adventurous sort, and always eager to try new things. Plus, I hate to discriminate. Finally, I figured that since the recipe I chose called for plenty of real cheddar – hello, Tillamook! – that I could go ahead and also mix in 8 ounces of Velveeta, as per the instructions. The good news? That’s only 1/4 of the loaf. The bad news? That leaves me with 3/4 of a loaf of Velveeta now taking up valuable refrigerator space! Suggestions are welcome, please. And mother, I know: grilled cheese sandwiches.
So I bought Velveeta for the first time in my life and I cooked Velveeta for the first time in my life. I had my doubts upon removing it from the box and slicing off a hunk. I really got nervous when I realized it felt like a greasy rubber ball, and was about as springy. Still, I was determined to give it a chance. And the verdict?
Let’s just say instead of a fork or spoon, I’d have been better off using one of these.
The flavor wasn’t bad. The mac ‘n cheese had a nice tang to it, though that could have come from the addition of prepared mustard. Or, you know, the linear sulfated polysaccharides playfully known as carageenan. No, what got to me instead was the consistency. It was thick. Much too thick. Mac ‘n cheese shouldn’t be chewy, right? It should be creamy. I probably could have spackled my walls with this stuff (and conveniently, they are orange – the color would have blended right in).
I’m still not a fan. Next time, I’ll stick with my old recipe. There’s a reason Alton Brown is so popular. The dude doesn’t cook with Velveeta.
Other than my Velveeta-fied take on mac ‘n cheese, the weekend was pretty low-key. Ran errands, watched a really lame movie called The Big Year (seriously, who decided a comedy about people who go birdwatching would be funny – and why did Steve Martin agree to star?!) and did my taxes. I’d been dreading that last chore because of my unemployment status and the fact that I made a withdrawal from my 401K last spring, but it turns out I had nothing to fear as I ended up with a substantial refund. Whew! That is money I can really use, trust me. If I can manage to land a job sometime in the next month or so, I might actually be on Easy Street for a change. Fingers crossed, dare to dream, and all that jazz. With Tara moving in soon, it does feel like everything is falling into place rather nicely.
The kids are officially on Spring Break, and my parents are taking them to the Oregon coast for three nights. I might drop by their beach house myself on Tuesday and hang out overnight. Anything to get away from the constant, noisy construction taking place on my townhouse.
Oh, and great news – Tara has started a WordPress blog! It feels like everything has come full circle, considering we met through blogging way back in 2003. Feel free to check her out at Tara Piece Of Paper. She’s a rather talented writer, if I do say so myself.
30 thoughts on “The Velveeta Verdict”
Ah…so I was totally justified teasing you about the Velveeta! YES!! BTW, I see a Mac-n-Cheese bake off in our future.
And thanks for the link, babe. You’re definitely biased, but that’s okay!
A mac ‘n cheese bake off is a fantastic idea! But I’m going back to Alton’s recipe. I’ll jazz it up a little to make it my own. Suffice it to say, I will not be adding Velveeta to do any of the jazzing up.
And though I’m definitely biased, you ARE a really good writer! People will see that when they read you, guaranteed.
I’ve been dealing with construction noise for as long as I can remember. It sucks fat ass. Hang in there dude. Oh, when we visit…. I want to be a blind taste test judge. Scott and I will crown the true King/Queen at whatever you guys think you’re better at.
We’d be happy to have you judge our cooking, Esther! Hopefully by THEN all this construction noise will be a distant memory.
I never did anything with that blog….hmm.
I guess this means you’ll just have to plan another trip to Kauai and fire up the blog when you do!
‘Velveeta is such a weird product. First of all – what IS it?! I’ll tell you what it isn’t: cheese.”
It’s exactly as you said.. ” a greasy rubber ball, and was about as springy.”
Now, I have had Velveeta before, but like you, with macaroni and cheese. Oh, and also with Nachos. I didn’t think it tasted bad, but I still think it’s some weird stuff 😦
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Great to hear about Tara’s blog! I will definitely stop by and say Hi! LOVE the title!
Have fun at the beach on Tuesday, buddy! And god, I don’t blame you with all the noisy construction going on.
Nachos, eh? I’ve heard a couple of people suggest that in the past. Maybe mixed with Ro-tel, although that’s about as Caucasian as nachos can possibly be…
Love that velcheeta!
I know you do. You were the inspiration, mom!
Plus i dont know why I have that unhappy face!
That IS pretty funny…but it’s just a randomly generated gravatar that was assigned to your e-mail address the first time you logged on and is in no way related to the fact that you love Velveeta.
Not a fan of processed cheesefood at all.
But I do keep the mac & cheese with the powdered cheese in my cupboard for emergencies — you know, if I need a quick dinner on the cheap. And I always add whatever leftover (real) cheese I have in the fridge to it. It makes it so creamy and delicious!
My homemade mac & cheese uses four kinds of Irish cheese and takes forever to make, but totally worth it!
Let’s consider a brownie challenge next. The dietitian at work makes them with broccoli. I kid you not.
Hey, even I like Kraft mac ‘n cheese! On occasion. Especially if you cut up a hot dog and throw that in there, too.
Your Irish mac ‘n cheese sounds amazing. I’m sure it was better than my Velveeta version. And a brownie challenge would be pretty awesome, but I can’t wrap my head around the fact that somebody would actually add BROCCOLI to CHOCOLATE. How’s it taste??
How can they call it cheese? It defies logic as does cheez wiz. At least that is spelled with a z so they aren’t pretending. I like my Mac and cheese baked. I love backed pasta and crispy cheese. Mmmmmm I challenge thee to a bake off! You yanks love your Mac and cheese so I will watch with awe 🙂
I love it baked, too! The crispy cheese (and crispy macaroni corners, too) are the best parts.
Oh, and Cheez Its are my favorite cracker. Again with the Z…but they sure are good!
Whew…I’m happy about the way your velveeta stuff worked out…it DIDN’T. Woohoo!! I will go by my sisters’ suggestion as far as making queso out of the rubbery, springy stuff. Or put it in a tackle box and use it for fishing. It’s good for years and years….never gets mold on it. That’s how it was with my Dad whenever he took us fishing. Year after year there was the same foil-wrapped fake cheese block in his tackle box. LOL
Did he actually catch fish with Velveeta?? Ugh…I’m glad I didn’t read this comment BEFORE making dinner last night.
And Tara was just as happy that the mac ‘n cheese didn’t live up to my expectations.
Yes, we actually caught fish. I had totally forgotten about it until I read your post and you described it as being greasy and rubbery…only then did that memory come rushing back.
Good God, it’s a sacrilege! I don’t dare tell, Sara I read a blooger and supposed foodie who would sink as low as Velveeta. And thank God you did it BEFORE Tara arrived! I pity the woman, had you done it with her in the house.
By the way, Tara’s blog rocks!
Keep in mind though, there is no way I’ll use up the remaining 3/4 of that loaf of Velveeta before Tara arrives in 12 days. Which means, boy oh boy, is she in for a TREAT once she gets here!!
Looks like I’ll be changing my countdown to “Days Until I Kick Mark’s Ass For Serving Velveeta”
Velveeta? Yuck. Tara’s blog? YAYYYY!
When I first met my husband & we were cooking our specialties for each other (15 years ago, my where has the time gone), he wanted to cook his spagetti for me which is made with a whole block of Velveeta. Somehow over 15 years I have managed to avoid this by screwing up my face every time he thinks about it. I know my mother used to make something with Velveeta but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was & since I took over cooking for her at the age of 12, the dish must have disappeared then. I will check out Tara’s blog, still trying to get caught up from my recent “greys”
Spaghetti and a WHOLE BLOCK of…Velveeta?! Oh, my. Even my mom would turn her nose up at that. I think.
Wise move, putting off that particular delicacy for so many years!
Yay, I can read your blog again! For some reason, you were blocked at work for the longest time with a warning has been blocked because the web category “pornography and adult content” is not allowed. Yes, I laughed everytime I got that message! (You can stop laughing now too!)
Ah, the wonders the Velvetta! I can’t wait to hear about Tara enjoying her Velvetta grilled cheese sandwich. And with Miracle Whip too? Really? hmm…yeah no thanks!
It must be all the porn I’ve got hidden between the lines. Surprised you of all people didn’t pick up on that sooner, Rish.