I had a funny moment when I went back to the States back in January, for the first time in nearly six years. There were so many things I wanted to eat, and I pretty well took care of all of them. Oh, I'll never forget the buffalo wing sandwich with tater tots we had for lunch one day at one of my folks' upscale watering holes that they like to visit. Yeah, heart-stopping but worth every bite.
But the one thing that got me most, believe it or not, was a simple little bunch of cheese sticks, individually wrapped in plastic, in my folks' fridge. It was the sort of thing I might have bought for my kids back when, to snack on. I actually hadn't had any cheese up until that point in my trip (I was raiding the fridge on my first night there at that point) and that was the only cheese they had. Seemed a little strange, but I opened one and bit into it...
OMG. Cheddar and jack mixed together, a sharp combination from both, not rubbery, a bit flaky although soft...it was a moment of heaven. I couldn't believe how good a fairly common cheese stick could be in relation to some of the best cheese I have found here, with just a very few exceptions. And I'd never considered this very good cheese compared to what I used to buy for myself.
Of course, I ate a lot of cheese while there. And US-style bacon, and sausage, made gumbo and enchiladas with everything I needed to do it right, learned how to make my mom's pie crust, which is so light and flaky that I've never seen anything like it anywhere else (still have three Crisco sticks I brought down with me to make a cherry and apple pie at some point)...
...sorry got carried away.
Yeah, the things offered in the original post don't interest me much either