One of my most prized possessions, prominently displayed on my living room wall, is a bag which contained an Italian equivalent of Cheetos, inexplicably named for the city in which I reside:
I can't remember how the actual snack al formaggio tasted, but suffice it to say, it wasn't lovingly crafted from fine Parmigiano-Reggiano. On the topic of Parmigiano-Reggiano, I once got into an argument with a girl at a fundraising party which featured some high-end imported antipasti. My friend Sal and I were speculating on the value of a round of cheese the size of a tire, and I ventured a guess that it must have been worth about $800. A young lady overheard me, and said, "But, Parmesan cheese is only $3 per pound!" Ay, che donna pazza! I couldn't stand by and hear her disparage a cheese like that, so I lit into her (verbally). Oddly enough, I didn't end up going home with her.