Mmm...

Last night’s pseudo trans-European meal of foie gras pâté, chicken quesadillas and fettucini bolognaise left me severely dehydrated by the time I had my eleventh dream. After downing what later felt like half a gallon of water in my stomach at precisely 4:42am, I began developing a craving for that thick layer of bright-orange goo left on your fingers after eating Cheetos. Not the actual Cheetos itself, just that last burst of artificial cheese flavor you can scrape off with your teeth to conclude a session of sinful munching.

Thick goo aside, my favorite cheese snack is Evon’s Cheese Balls. Sadly, I haven’t spotted it anywhere since they stopped selling it at UNY.