An Ode to Cheetos and The Aftermath of Cheetos

An Ode to Cheetos

By Vicki

Cheetos are truly amazing – they have a crunch like no other and a taste that is unique.

Cheetos leave a little of themselves on each person who eats them.

That orange dusting on your fingertips is truly a gift from the Cheetos.

I don’t often eat Cheetos – they are a special treat for me.

I used to get a bag for long road trips, as a kind of reward for being stuck in the car for hours.

I also used to buy a little bag to eat on airplane trips.

I would buy the bag and put it away, waiting until I was on the plane and it was in the in the air – but it was hard to wait, because the Cheetos called to me and the thought of them made my mouth water.

I have noticed that Cheetos talk. If I walk by them in the grocery store, they say my name and urge me to buy them. If I see them in a vending machine, they tell me how much they would like to come out of that machine and go with me. I have learned to not listen to the Cheetos when they talk to me – but it isn’t easy to ignore them.

When we decided to have a Cheetos party at our Writing Group today, I was excited. The thought of it has made me happy all week. I couldn’t think of anything else to write about – except Cheetos.

I am so ready to have some of those lovely unnaturally orange treats!

February 18, 2016


The Aftermath of Cheetos

By Vicki

As I wrote last week, in my Ode to Cheetos, I don’t really eat Cheetos often; they are a special treat for me. So I guess I kind of know what an addict might feel like when confronted with many bags of what she is addicted to – last week I was overwhelmed by 3 bags of Cheetos, well technically 2 bags of real Cheetos and one bag of imitations. But the point is, there was an over-abundance of Cheetos and I ate way more than one person should. I think that Leslie would probably say that one Cheeto is more than a person should eat – but I know that the rest of the members of the Writing Group don’t agree with her. But I do think there is a personal Cheetos limit and last week I crossed over that limit. I was in a Cheetos haze for the rest of that day. And even now, a week after my splurge, the thought of eating Cheetos kind of turns my stomach.

There is a saying – You can have too much of a good thing. In an online dictionary site they explain it as: “The ​fact that something pleasantbecomesunpleasant because you have or do too much of it.” So the trick is finding the point when pleasant turns to unpleasant or better yet, finding the point where pleasant turns to neutral. Find that point; then stop.

One time Robert tried carefully eating potato chips, which he loves, one at a time. He found that the first one tasted great and each succeeding one was a little less great. It only took him 5 or 6 chips to get to the point where he realized, he wasn’t enjoying them that much and that the payoff for eating them wasn’t really worth it. But rarely do we, or at least I, stop at 5 or 6 chips or Cheetos. The urge to keep trying to recreate that first taste, the best taste, drives us on, as well as the momentum of grabbing for each chip or Cheeto or popcorn or (you fill in the blank here). If we all carefully and slowly ate, like Robert did those potato chips, it would be easier for us to indentify that point where we should stop eating. But we don’t.

We have a good friend, who is also a wonderful teacher, and he talks about how usually when we eat we have one forkful in our mouths and the next forkful on its way, our attention has already turned from what we are eating to the next coming bite. If we gave our full attention to what we are actually eating, experiencing all the tastes and textures of each bite, and put the fork down, we would probably enjoy food more and eat less.

Oh – how easy it is to write these words and how much harder it is to actually live them. I do recall a point last week, when I realized the Cheetos had lost their allure for me – but that didn’t stop me from eating more, trying to get that allure back. While this wasn’t the first time I have over indulged in food, perhaps it can be teaching situation for me. Perhaps, the next time I encounter Cheetos, I can slowly and satisfyingly eat six and turn my back on the rest. Perhaps . . .

February 25, 2016