I fell off the wagon on Thursday. Except for a momentary slip at a September funeral luncheon, I had gone a full year without Kraft Singles. On Thursday, in my weakened weather state, I believed the best thaw out would be a Kraft Single. So, I got a pack… a 24 pack.
I love the wrapped up squares of orange. They melt perfectly for a grilled cheese sandwich or on a pile of pretzels. And even though I can’t describe what they taste like, I know they at least add an element of texture to a dish. It softens up the harshest foods with a warm blanket of goo. And they’re so easy and mess free. Rip the plastic and voila….
Yet, I can’t help but believe Kraft Singles are the poster child for processed foods.
Ingredients: milk, whey, milk protein concentrate, milkfat, sodium citrate, contains less than 2% of calcium phosphate, whey protein concentrate, salt, lactic acid, sorbic acid as a preservative, cheese culture, annatto and paprika extract (color), enzymes, vitamin d3.
In my efforts to live healthier, I have limited my processed foods. I’m eating more organic and fresh. And I’m indulging less in frozen and the chemically preserved. I will say with all bragging rights that the illusion of health is there. I’m a fifty-year old woman currently on no medications. My only complaint is the stiffness from prolonged sitting. Something I try to remedy with frequent activity.
So, as I slip back in to my old Kraft Single ways, I vow to give them up *if* temperatures rise over 40 degrees. In the next ten days, the 30s and the promise of potential rain on Thursday are the only hope for relief. Today, it’s 1 degree. I’m a survivor. To get through this arctic chill, I’m going melt a Kraft Single on it. Whatever IT is.