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To: Gauguin who wrote (13193)	10/6/1998 2:45:00 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

I hope that taste of Velveeta you had was before you stuck the hook in it. Some mothers are against Velveeta because it's a processed cheese product. Hell, I thought all cheese was processed, never have seen a cow give cheese when milked, well once but old Bossy was real sick. Other mothers are against Velveeta because they're against anything that tastes good. Want to feed you that green nasty stuff.

To: Gauguin who wrote (13193)	10/6/1998 2:55:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

My momma bought Velveeta once - because I noodged a lot. She wore this look of long-suffering indulgence when it went on the checkout conveyor. It turned out to be nothing special - waht with I did not yet know about the mystical synergy with salsa and corn products. We went back at once to healthy, morally upstanding dairy foods, like Kraft Singles.

To: Gauguin who wrote (13193)	10/7/1998 5:00:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

One last "Cosmic" Velveeta posting (from me, anyway): I sent Mum's opinion of Velveeta with some correspondence to a friend of mine yesterday and just got this e-mail back from him. He still lives in Salt Lake City ~ city of our teenage years. Apparently, Flaming Gorge (NE Utah) is nearly full of Velveeta: I had to eat velveeta undercover at my house. It was considered disgusting to mention it or eat it where I lived. The hypocracy was that those cheese singles were considered okay. Maybe it was the association with mormonism velveeta had, sorta like green jello (which mom also never brought in the house). I have flavorful memories to of squeezing off gobs while stoned on a fishing boat at Flaming Gorge or somewhere. .. Cosmic, uh?