I remember it still. Popping open the canister. Carefully, slowly putting my hand in as to not touch the metal, razor-sharp edge at the top with my Operation gameplay steadiness. I'd grab as many as I could and stuff them all in my mouth.
Plantars Cheez Balls are my childhood.
At the grocery store, while my mom was getting eggs or bread or something healthy, I was stockpiling these drums of golden, crunchy, cheesy spheres into our cart. I never questioned the anthropomorphic peanut as a mascot.
Thanks Cheez Balls for contributing to my childhood obesity!
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