It's bad enough that I had a nightmare about orange cheese but it seems that I can't turn around these days without seeing it somewhere.
American "cheese" was the secret ingredient in the first episode of the TV reality show Top Chef. Then we went to the movies on Sunday to see Infamous, about the life of Truman Capote, which in one scene featured an entire chest cooler full of Velveeta.
It's so ironic that I could go throughout life without this product puncturing my consciousness and know I am pursued by it. As long as I never have to taste it!