When Yvonne, over at Joy Unexpected, talks about cheese, it means she is saying wonderful things about her lovely family. Here? It's cheese. The dairy product. So if you are looking for the love, go see Yvonne. If you are craving a snack, but don't want to ruin your diet, stick around.
Remember when I said Hubby was teaching me new things, and I was learning to appreciate quality, and all that stuff? Remember I said we were trying new kinds of cheese, and broadening my horizons? Ha. Give me back my marble cheese, thanks so much.
Today Hubby bought Limburger cheese. Just because he hadn't tried it before, and it seemed like a good idea. I mentioned that you know, everyone says it is pretty stinky cheese, but he likes weird stuff, so we brought it home. Later in the evening, he put some on crackers and brought it to me to taste. I sniffed it, and my nose crawled up into my skull. Then, Mistake #1, I took a tiny crumb in between my fingers. Mistake #2, I put it in my mouth. Mistake #3, I swallowed. Have you tried this cheese? It has a very unique taste. And smell. The smell on my fingers would NOT wash off. After I tore up the stairs, retching and trying to get rid of the horror in my mouth, I scrubbed the hand that had touched the cheese with hot water and dish soap. I can still smell it. The smell is nothing compared to the taste, though. It took a lot of thought, and discussion, but I think we've come up with a fairly accurate description.
If you took a slice of, say, blue cheese, and slid it into the ass crack of an unwashed hobo (in a hot country), and then licked it out again two months later, you might have the taste of this cheese.
The cheese is sealed in a baggie, buried in the trash. I personally think I should be hired by some hoity-toity cheese magazine to write descriptions to go next to the pretty photos of cheese. I actually have some really nice things to say about marble cheese, now.