Once upon a time I discovered my fondness for all things Laughing Cow cheese. Im too lazy to look up how long they’ve been around I have no idea precisely how long the company has been in existence but this ‘once upon a time’ was eons ago.
Back in the dark ages of my childhood before itouches or ipads.
I still use the LC on a daily basis for everything from smearing on celery to smooshing in my hot oatmeal.
As a result I was excitedflattered when I had the opportunity to try the new Weight Watchers Cheese Wedges & cream cheese before it officially went on the market (it should be available in stores in most regions now).
Try spreadable cheesy goodness before it was readily available to the masses & for *free*? I was in.
I greeted the Fed-Ex man at the door & ripped into the box before it even hit the kitchen table (Im know to sometimes merely shove aforementioned box in fridge to ‘deal with it later.’).
I seized my fave flavor from the bounty (garlic & herb) & crammed its soft triangular goodness in my mouth.
And waited for my tastebuds’ usual jubilant response.
I got nothin’.
In fact what I received was a kindasorta this is a little rubbery, woman! what’s happened to our cheeeeseygoodness? rebellion from the ‘buds and the tongue-in-general.
I ripped open the package of plain (my second fave. I need to clarify here that I was sent the Parmesan Peppercorn and Jalapeño Pepper and did not taste them. I couldn’t do those flavors justice as I wouldn’t like them under *any* circumstances) plopped the triangle on my tongue & same response.
I cant lie to you, People, first I was shocked and then I panicked.
I knew I would never do anything other than an honest review yet I was shocked as Ive always adored all things Weight Watchers.
From their foods to their philosophy Im a fan.
I plopped in a kitchen chair & panicked.
Until this strode into the room:
and demanded to know Why mama whining? (Yes I need to work on the definition whining. Pouting & whining hath become interchangeable up in herre. Duly noted)
I spared her the my-job-which-isnt-a-job-because-I-do-it-for-free-sent-me-cheese-&-I-dont-like-it-what-do-I-say? rant and merely offered her a snack.
Of Weight Watchers® Cheese Wedges.
Because to know me in real life is to know how *crazy* wasting food makes me.
And she shrugged & said SURE!
And she tasted it….and she adored it.
She ate three triangles in that sitting and snarfed much of the cream cheese later on a bagel (but only after I forced her to take this shot):
Since then, much to my shockedperplexedamazement, shes asked for her ‘new cheese’ instead of our old standby Laughing Cow.
As much this blogger would probably skip the cheese were there only Weight Watchers® in the house—the Tornado is *entirely* the other way. She’s now snubbing the cow in fave of the ‘watchers.
So today I present you this review & the Ah ha!/reminder moment it provided me.
One woman’s Laughing Cow is another Tornado’s Weight Watchers® Cheese Wedges.
One woman’s less fiber and MORE calories is another Tornado’s one point highER fiber snack.
We all approach life cheese in different ways & it’s important to remember that our own beliefs/opinions/reactions are neither the best nor the only ones out there.
by WE I do, indeed, mean me.