I moved to California in 1978. John and his wife Phyllis became my family. They welcomed me and whomever I brought over, a successive series of girlfriends, my future wife, Donna and of course, our children. Their home became our place of warmth and love through successive crises, celebrations and holidays. This blog celebrates and honors my love for them and an investigation of art from a very subjective point of view.
Friday, February 5, 2016
Philly Cheese Steaks
I am reluctant to enter this culinary mindfield, but I do come with some street cred. I am prompted to enter this sensitive area by my lunch purchase of a "Philly Cheese Steak" at a small deli in Santa Rosa, California. She asked me what kind of cheese, and immediately I said provolone. I had no complaints about the sandwich, but I had this nagging memory of my last visit to Philadelphia, and someone mentioning Cheez Whiz as their favorite cheese on a Philly Cheese Steak. (Notice the capitals- like God)
I, myself, do not consider Cheez Whiz cheese. In fact I get a gastro reflex at the thought of eating it. I know a bit about the history of the cheese steak, and I know the two South Philly restaurants that brag about using Cheez Whiz. For me Cheez Whiz is not a food. Some say that it fills the crevices better, but the same can be done with provolone. I remember a cheese disagreement from my childhood. It was between American cheese verses Provolone. I always chose provolone.
I must confess, although not tolerating Cheez Whiz, there is an inconsistency in my diet. I am addicted to Trader Joe's Cheese Crunchies with a delicious "cheese" powder, colored by tumeric. None of these item are healthy, but any cheese steak is loaded with saturated fat and salt. Cheese crunchies has just "empty calories".
I did a little research on this blog. I highly recommend a website called Fooducate ( http://www.fooducate.com/) It will change the way you feel about eating.
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