Don’t they have laws against this kind of thing?
Sunday, September 9, 2007

Every so often in this life one runs across a food product that so completely violates accepted norms and categories that it must immediately be purchased and consumed. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Choco Cheese.
No, that is not a plastic-wrapped brick of poop that I have just sliced up on my kitchen countertop. It is cheese. Chocolate cheese. It peered out at me one afternoon from amongst its sibling dairy products at the grocery store.
True that the chocolate/diary combination is not without precedent. We have chocolate chip cookies dipped in milk, we have chocolate milk, we have chocolate cheesecake. Yet somehow, chocolate-flavored cheese (a “block,” according to the packaging) seems to transgress an ancient code of common fucking decency.
What’s next? Sausage-pops? Chicken-flavored caramels? Strawberry gravy? I had thought the era of, for example, boldly adding chopped up root vegetables and green peppers to the jell-o mold had long-since passed on.
The “chocolate flavored cheese” doesn’t give any indication what kind of cheese is being flavored here, although you’d think that might make a difference. I can imagine chocolate flavored Parmesan causing swelling followed by a painful death.
Ona and I had a few nibbles of the Choco Cheese, and to be honest it’s not bad. That is to say, it’s not offensive. If you close your eyes and forget the “block” thing, it tastes a bit like a chocolate cheesecake that has been sitting in a cooler at a university cafeteria for the last 12 hours.
Yet context is everything, and I have a hard time placing Choco Cheese in a context that might make it regularly consumable. Desert fondue? Choco Cheese cookies? Maybe a baloney and Choco Cheese sandwich? Kids have been known to eat worse.
Let me know if you have any suggestions. I would hate to see 190 grams of perfectly good Chco Cheese go to waste.