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So, here's the brings-a-peaceful-smile-to-my-face story of why Philadelphia Cream Cheese feels like home or a hug from my mom. Standing in the back of crowd of fifteen teenagers who are silently salivating, their interest piqued as their peer whips an arm full of five key ingredients into fresh cheese cake in Speech class, I smile to myself as I see the iconic, foil-colored cardboard boxes of Kraft Philadelphia 'Original' Cream Cheese on the counter-top. In a wave of remembering and composing, I have my slice topic and begin to hear the line, "Philadelphia Cream Cheese reminds me of a happy childhood," write itself in my head. This seemingly random food-stuff reminds me of the early elementary school daily ritual of a Lender's bagel out of the toaster smeared with cream cheese, or the toasted bagel sandwiching the smooth, slightly salty cheese inside of a little, folded aluminum foil packet that sat on my lap as mom drove me the twenty-five minutes to kindergarten and we played "The Name Game" to my five-year-old imagination's content.
I might buy a tub of Philadelphia's Whipped Cream Cheese two or three times a year, but this brand and product consistently provide equal parts great taste and texture with a dollop of nostalgia for being the spunky, little, overall-wearing me that used to have a bagel every day on the ride to school with Mom.