Posted: 5/5/2006 8:38:36 PM EDT
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I remember when I was a kid my grandmom would bring home these giant rectagular blocks of Goverment Cheese in wax paper. It quite wasnt chedder and it wasnt American cheese. It was something in the middle processed cheese. Black gooberment writing on the wax paper. But anyway, we would have these blocks for months and eat grilled cheese sammiches the whole summer. They werent that bad really. We also had the industrial sized butter to make our grilled cheese with as well as suger and honey. LOL. |
OK I have never had it but everyone I talk to that has says it is about the BEST friggin cheese out there for grilled cheese sandwiches bar none. |
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Government cheese was the shit! BTW, I think it was "sharp" cheese, or something of the such. It did make kickass grilled cheese sandwiches. One of granny's friends always brought her box of it almost every month. And there was enough of it that it would last awhile. The funny thing is, this stuff I thought was meant for those too poor to buy much in the way of food. Yet it seems that during the 80's, almost everyone had a box of this cheese in their fridge at all times. LOL. |
Thats because we were damn poor and anything in that kind of abundance tasted great! |
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My grandmother never did tell me where she got it. But she would go to work and she would come home with blocks of these things. We definitely were poor but didnt know it. Our chicken consisted of parts. One dinner it would be all thighs. Other times all wings or legs. Whatever was left at the chicken plant that my Grannys best friend worked at.  I dont think I saw a whole chicken during my childhood. |
American cheese has like zero sharpness. Nothing better than sharp Ceddar, better yet natural white sharp cheddar that is nice and dry. |
While the grilled cheese sammiches were "OK", I ate so much of that horriffic orange evil that the mention of it gives me stomach ills. Gubment food is the Ick. When I was a lil'n I always thought our milk tasted funny and then one day I noticed the expiration date was about 4 months past due... my mom fessed up that she had been mixing moo juice with Gubment POWDERED moo juice and just reusing the jug!! And whoever created powdered eggs needs a good cock-punching. I will admit, however, that Cream of Wheat (or Farina, in Gubment-ese) is still one of my favorite breakfasts. Just toss in some buttered toast, milk, and a dash of sugar. Mmmm! 
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I worked at a Scout camp and we qualified for massive amounts of govt cheese. They make a white govt cheese too--not sure if it was mozarella, white cheddar, or white american. All we could eat of that stuff, we always had 10 pounds of it in the fridge. We also got free govt honey, govt peanut butter, govt jelly, and free milk. Keebler corp. donated all their damaged cookies and crackers to us, we had 55 gallon drums full of Elfwiches and other nice snacks. But yet I never gained weight there. GunLvr |
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I remember the cheese. I also remember the "chicken parts" dinners. When I was 6 or 7, I remember going to the grocery store with my Mom, and she would buy 10 pounds of chicken wings for $2.50 or something. She'd make chicken noodle soup, chicken corn soup, or chicken pot-pie with some, and freeze the rest. I still cant bring myself to spend $4 on a half-dozen hot wings. |
Yup. The wings were not desirable back then so they were cheap. We would get 50lb bags from the local chicken processing plant in Washington. I mean huge bags! We wouldnt get fried chicken. We would get fried chicken part of the month. Like I said I never did see a whole chicken until was an adult. Also I always thought you had to pound the shit out of a steak with a metal mallet before you cooked it. I didnt know there were different cuts, only the steak we got was mean or something and you had to beat it into submission. But I was never never hungry. Always had something good to eat and was always warm. A lot more the what others have so I have nothing to complain about. |
My childhood was the same way. Looking back, it occurs to me that we were poor after my Dad was laid-off from the brickyard. I never realized it at the time. |
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It was about the size of a brick Velveta,but solid(real cheese)the last I saw of it was in 82 when I was Maintenance man for the Town of Luther Okla. It was given out to low income familys,but some of the widows there(had tons of money in the bank)but SS income would stand in line for it! Just because it was about the best cheese ever! DAMN GOOD CHEESE!!! Bob 
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It was awesome!
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Ok here is the ultimate Government Cheese story. GOVERNMENT CHEESE by Titus Scroad [From The Literary Brothel] I never thought I'd eat government cheese. I grew up in an affluent family that seemed to get richer and richer. Yet, one day I did actually eat government cheese. Feeling some sense of noblesse oblige, I attended a party thrown by black, crack addicts. I didn't want to be a snob. You know, when you smoke pipe with someone over the course of a year, you can't help but bond in some way. So I dressed down (No Gucci loafers. Just Prada slip-ons with no logo.) and headed up to Harlem as a polite gesture. I figured I'd drop by a bottle of Cold Duck, make the rounds and get out of there. As luck would have it, my old girlfriend was there. She'd left the world of crack for heroin and now was thirty pounds lighter. Her tits were the only thing to keep their full shape. I was as hard as a roll of toilet paper since the crack pretty much left me impotent. Yet, I wanted to bend one in her so bad I would've made a necklace of the cockroaches scampering around my feet. Her name was "Merry". She's dead now so I guess I can use her real name and she was giving me the look. I thought it was the look, but I didn't know the heroin relaxed the muscles in her retinas and made her cock-eyed. We spoke about old times and she threw up only twice. She asked if I could get her a dixie cup full of the fine fondue brewing in an old car radiator in the middle of the room. Always the gentleman, I did after taking two hits of pure glass. I came back with the delicious hors d'ouevre and Merry merrily dove in and sucked down most of the cup. "Mmmmmm", she hissed through the gap in her mouth where her front teeth had fallen out. "You gotta try this", was her next demand. So I went back, filled a cup halfway and went over to Merry again who was now getting fingered by some annoying pimp named "Leon". I could see Leon was getting his boa-deconstrictor out of his pants to nail Merry's ass so I hurried and slurped down the fondue. I wanted to fuck her front while Leon was drilling her dingle-mine. The fondue was fine and Leon and myself dragged Merry into a small bedroom and proceeded to fill every orifice of her body. We came at the same time and actually got into a squirting war. I hit Leon in the eye and knocked out one of his contact lenses. Have you ever seen a black man with one brown eye and one purple eye? Well, it's a riot. As I was leaving I ducked out through the kitchen and got the worst surprise of my life. There on the counter was two wood boxes marked "Government Cheese." I took a peek inside and sure as shit it matched up color-wise with the fondue I ate. I slithered out of there feeling as low as I ever have. My family raised me well. My dad had a Mercedes. We grew up at a Country Club and, now, I'd brought shame upon my whole clan by ingesting government cheese. That was the night I said goodbye to crack. I'd sunk as low as I could go. If my parents found out about the cheese, they'd cut me off cold. I only write this as a cautionary tale--Be careful about fondues. They can be misleading. -TS |