fish sandwich from mcdonalds
it was the drinkable cheese that was the more pronounced craving. i wanted to blow bubbles in it with a straw. i wanted to mash my face in a bowl of microwaved cheese product. i wanted to coat my tonsils with it. i wanted it to slosh in my belly when i walked. i wanted it to squirt out of my nose when i laughed. i wanted to lap it off lime flavored tortilla chips and out of my fingernails. i wanted a neon orange cheese mustache.
not brie, not moz, not even cheddar or swiss. just the fake stuff. i needed a jar of glorified cheese whiz. or long strings of squeezy cheese aimed at my esophogus.
i wanted something, anything, con queso.
and then i got it and it was good.