I looooooooove cheese. When I was a young boy, there were not many different kinds of cheese you could find on the store shelves in Logan, in southeastern Ohio. So we mostly had blocks of cheddar, or Velveeta. I remember one day recently talking with a friend about how much I used to love my mom’s macaroni and cheese, with “real Velveeta cheese” – of course, I realized as the words were coming out of my mouth that “real” and “Velveeta” should never be used in the same sentence. But a big bowl of macaroni and “real Velveeta” cheese was always something that would warm my heart. And sometimes she would add “real tuna” our of a can! Sometimes, we would have as an appetizer a “daisy”, a plate with circular rings of cheese chunks with a big dollop of yellow mustard in the center, that everyone could dip into.
I realized as the the words were coming out of my mouth that "real" and "Velveeta" should never be used in the same sentence.
My dad would occasionally bring in some liverwurst and spread that on toast with some Limburger cheese. I have thought about buying some Limburger, but I think June would throw me, and that super smelly cheese, out of the house.
Many years later, I would make a spicy dip from tomatoes, onions and Mexican Velveeta, especially the extra spicy variety, although that often made living near me painful for others.
Today, my taste in cheeses is greatly refined. As a boy, I hated the idea of blue cheese, thought it tasted like vomit. Now I love it, particularly the Saint Agur that I can often find at the neighborhood Harris-Teeter (a subsidiary of Kroger) or at Whole Foods. It’s very creamy in texture and always a great treat.
Other cheese favorites: Edam, Gouda, Humboldt Fog, Taleggio, Morbier (which has a thin layer of ash in the middle), Cheshire, Brie (baked and spread on a toast point with a little bit of raspberry jam on top), top shelf parmesan – I could go on and on, but you get the point. I looooove cheese!