I recently purchased a pack of cheese straws at Food Lion after a long sabbatical without them, even though I have loved them since I worked at World Market in 2010 and would sample (read: steal) the fancy, international snacks offered at the back of the store. I have since become more and more invested in my health, most likely due to maturity and old age (I’m 33 and my body is falling apart 😫), so I swore off chips, and anything similar.
However, I noticed that this particular package of cheese straws boasted only 150 calories for 6 pieces. My new thing is 100 calorie snacks; if each snack I eat is 100 calories, I may actually make my daily intake low enough to lose weight. I’m not starving myself, and I try to consider the nutritional value for most things I eat. But, cheese straws!
Anyway, I brought them home, my husband asked what a cheese straw was, and I described it as a ‘fancy Cheez-It.’ I suppose it could also be considered the ‘adult Cheez-It.’ The side of the box suggests pairing your cheese straw with a glass of wine, prosciutto or apple slices. Cheez-Its are probably more likely to address their younger clientele. Even so, it’s essentially the same thing right? So why do I not like Cheez-Its but love cheese straws?
I’ll admit I like the finer things in life. As much as my husband hates it, I love the restaurants that create wildly inventive plates with ingredients you’ve never heard of. Farm to table, small plates, seasonal menu; these are all favorite things of mine but are also considered to be snobby, hipster shit. I’d rather have a little bit of something nice than a lot of whatever. Nick likes diner menus, and I’ll enjoy it once in awhile, but there’s usually no health benefits there. I’m not the kind of person to order a salad everywhere I go, especially because diner salads are usually shit.
I think, in the end, I like to feel fancy. And maybe the form of Cheez-Its vs cheese straws is different, and those differences matter to me. Maybe eating fancy, in a silly way, makes me think I’m eating better too. And even though I know the realities of drinking a glass of wine at lunch, the romantic ideal of it lingers in my mind. I want grapes and Prosecco, cheese straws, thin slices of Havarti, tiny pickles and a beautiful outdoor setting to enjoy it.
…What do you know, I guess I am a white, upper middle class woman.