"US entrants only"

Hey have a link to the actual reports: https://www.thinkwithgoogle…

Honestly, I'm pretty sure when I heard that, I'm pretty certain I assumed "American" just described its origin, not its specific type (ie, vs, say, European cheese or Australian cheese).

It has its place.

HAWT

Actually, I may stand corrected, having just read a very lengthy blogpost by a US expat mourning the lack of availability of American cheese, describing it as sold in delis where it's sliced to order.

French's ketchup recently became available in my local grocery store and I now have Heinz food and French's food. Sometimes I like the sweet tang of Heinz, but French's is definitely tomato-ier. Grilled cheese - French's food.

I'm nacho friend, buddy.

I never understood that terminology. Like, at movie theatres and 7-11 you can get tortilla chips drowning in melted "cheese" sauce and they call it "nachos with cheese". That's just bad nachos, man.

That chip is the Holy Grail! My mom and I passively-aggressively fight over the Mother Lode chip whenever we order nachos (which is, come to think of it, strangely often).

Dude TOTAL UNAGI HAPPENING THERE (see my comment below)

I thought that's what nachos were - tortilla chips topped with all sorts of tasty gunky goodness. Otherwise you've just got chips and dip.

To a point. This graphic (Average Asian Aging Process) has it about right:
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2…

Mozzarella on toast lightly broiled (like an open-faced grilled cheese) is a staple of my childhood and remains comfort food to this day.

Not being in the US, "American cheese" is a term that always throws me off. In Canada it's "processed cheese" or "processed cheese food". I only learned what "American cheese" actually is about five years ago.

It was fun old-school fluff and a younger Alec Baldwin nattily attired. I remember enjoying it.

She had a book that launched last week: "She has a memoir out today — titled In Full Color — that promises to launch a whole new blast of coverage, spilling more details about a story that seems to have already been exhaustively covered." (from cbc.ca)

The end credits with Linda eating pudding in the alley were the button on a fun, inconsequential one-liner-fest.

We're five minutes in and I'm already loving this episode for "Lin Manuel's Verandas".

You'd think I would know that by now, but the echo chamber is pretty resonant nowadays.