I have a bebe which my uncle bought for me before leaving Paris after World War II. We also used his "silk" to make a "flower girl" dress which I wore for the wedding of his brother. I was 3 years old.
Though he is dead, I apologize to him and my family for the ignorance of the French at this point in time.
American cheese isn't even real cheese, it's made with corn oil and loaded with trans fatty acids. Ill-advised. How about Bulgarian Kashkaval? They stand with us, and that cheese is wicked!