My husband and I grew up about 200 miles from each other and enjoyed different things in our childhood, but we share one common memory…

We were with our kids eating some of those gigantic cheese puffs the other day.  I started telling my husband that really nice summer days eating cheese puffs reminds me of when I was a kid.  When I was little, we had a boat and we would take it out on the river.  I was too young to  remember things like skiing or driving the boat like my husband did with his family when he was young, but we both remember enjoying the “can” of Planter’s cheese balls with the yellow lid.  I remember sitting on the floor of the boat (what strange carpet they put on boats), being a little over-sunned, a little over-tired, wrapped in a towel, and eating those cheese balls.  The boat’s noises combined with the bobbing up and down over the waves was a summertime lullaby.   Though having a boat and lugging the whole family out must have been a huge pain in the ass, I’m glad to have those memories. 

I don’t even know if they make those cheese balls anymore, but it must have been the convenience of the lid, the insatiable taste of cheese dust, and the bliss of licking off your cheesy fingers that makes those things so popular in the summer!