From Meg's Kitchen
The hubs and I eat a lot of cheese and we particularly like the strong flavored and stinky stuff. For several years the hubs made frequent business trips to France and returned with lots of cheese - we called those trips "stinky cheese runs". One US customs officer refused to check his suitcase once he got a whiff of the cheese (way pre 9/11).Growing up I loved cheese and remember one time when I was about 8 I was really mad at my parents (I have no idea what injustice occurred but I wasn't being punished so it was probably a wrong done to me by my sister that went unpunished). I distinctly remember deciding not to run away but I would go to my room and not come out until my parents realized their error. Knowing that I would not be able to last a long time in my room without sustenance (wise child that I was) I took some cheese and crackers with me. The available cheese was a blue cheese... It probably took me about 30 minutes to scarf down the "c&c". Intending to spend hours alone in one's bedroom is hunger inducing. The blue cheese was really strong and my anger for the injustice had quickly waned so I quickly gave up my solitude for a drink of water. I am sure that my parents never noticed my absence.
