In the eighties, US junk food hit my radar. In the coolest red box with typical US bold type, I loved the contents and the whole bombastic packaging. Colette, an old school friend – who looked like Pocahontas – offered me a small handful of these crispy, cheesy pillows and I was hooked. Her American dad then worked at RAF Mildenhall and could buy exotic, imported junk food that only now we find over here in novelty American candy stores. Except Cheezits which are still hard to come by. Just as well, I guess!