As a child of the South, pimento cheese sandwiches were a welcome staple in our house. Hey, I was seven years old – what did I know about processed food and neon orange dye? Nothing. Ah, the halcyon days before organic, non-GMO foods were an alternative to the primary food supply. At any rate, the whimsy of pimento cheese spread on soft white bread (crusts cut off, please) still brings a smile to my face and a zesty zing to my taste buds. I haven’t eaten one in…wow, probably twenty years.