Cheese is a very important topic to me. When I took a Stress Management class, they taught us how to meditate. They said to focus on one thing. That one thing I focused on was a slice of sharp cheddar. I could see it, smell it, feel it as my teeth bit into it and taste it on my tongue. How calming.
I enjoy a wide variety of cheeses from all over the world. I love a good smoked gouda, havarti, Muenster, Dubliner or the occasional brie. I like to shred some Manchego onto my spaghetti. Of course, there's the mozzarella, parmesan, nacho, cheddar, Colby, Jack and American. I love cottage cheese. One of my favorite might be gorgonzola, but it has to be by Stella. Black River makes a decent gorg, but I can't stand Belgoioso. I'm not a big fan of Swiss. How do they put the holes in Swiss cheese anyway?
Whenever I'm at a grocery store, I hope they'll have a free sample of cheeses for me. One time, the lady had a platter of cheese samples and she just had to tell me that it was imported. I replied, "Well, I guess if it was exported, it wouldn't be here." She didn't think that was very funny.
Speaking of samples, remember the Pepsi Challenge? I used to have fun with those poor souls pouring the samples. I could tell by the way the colas looked in the cup, which was which. I'd deliberately grab the Coke first and swallow it down in one gulp. I'd have a satisfied look on my face as I set down the empty sample cup. Then I'd reach for the Pepsi cup, sip a little, then turn to the side and spray it out my mouth like they do in the movies. I'd set down the mostly full Pepsi cup and declare that I preferred the first. The poor sample pourer would then have to reveal to the surrounding crowds which one I had chosen. Boy, I was a mean Pepsi challenge taker.