Trigger Warning: this is kind of gross. But you have to hear me out.

I can’t tell you when or how it happened, but all of a sudden I love American cheese. Sliced, unnaturally orange, plastic-y Kraft singles. How disgusting is that? Who am I?! I have actively hated American cheese for basically my whole life. I don’t think I’ve ever ordered a sandwich with American cheese on it, and generally never understood how someone could pick it over Cheddar. (Note: I am NOT implying that I think American is better than Cheddar, I’m just going through something…apparently???!) Thankfully I haven’t quite resorted to eating slices straight out of the fridge – but who knows how far I am from that! I’m horrified at myself. Yet here I am, eating an American cheese grilled cheese as I type this. And loving every bite of it.

Have I convinced myself that I love this cheese because there’s an entire container full of it in the fridge – with no end in sight? Have my taste buds changed that drastically? Have I just completely lost my mind in quarantine?

As per thehealthy.com, “the melty treat contains l-tryptophan, a compound that improves mood and promotes relaxation… it may just be that you’re in need of a little TLC. Indulging in a reasonable portion can be a good way to de-stress and feel better.” I mean… it makes sense. Is this the most reliable source? No, but it is the answer I like the best right now.

So basically we should all be eating more cheese right now. And if cheese is the answer to relaxation and feeling better, then ditch the puzzles and the running shoes and practice self-care by making yourself some macaroni and cheese instead. Betcha won’t regret it!

Somebody send help – or Kraft Singles.

*** This post is brought to you by doing absolutely nothing for the past 2.5 months in quarantine and having nothing to write about***