I like Limburger cheese on crackers. I like it a lot.
The stories that you've heard about the tell tale aroma which emanates from a hunk of Limburger cheese are all true. It will give you a nostril full. Rather reminiscent of a used baby diaper left too long in a closed up car in the middle of July.
Though Fisherhubby CLAIMS to be a cheese head, a fan of STINKY cheese he is NOT. He can't even tolerate the smell of Parmesan and blue causes him to "spew."
This next bit will seem like an unrelated fact - - - but hang on, it will all tie in.
I am NOT a fan of practical jokes. I don't like them pulled on me and I don't pull them on others. They seem to have more than a 90% chance of causing suffering. Since I don't volunteer to suffer, I try not to inflict it upon others.
OK - - - back to the Limburger saga.
The last time Fisherhubby and I went to the cheese factory, I purchased a nice block of Limburger cheese.
Fisherhubby SAW me buy it.
When we got home, I TOLD Fisherhubby that I was putting it in an empty dip container and CLEARLY marking the lid so he wouldn't accidentally open it.
Fisherhubby HEARD me say this - - - though I now have strong resason to suspect he did not LISTEN to me say this.
A few nights later when Fisherhubby returned from work at a little after midnight and I was already snoozing away peacefully in my little trundle bed, he went to the refrigerator to scrounge around for a snack.
Seeing a container of his FAVORITE chip dip - - -
Well, you know what's coming, don't you????
I was asleep in bed - - - I know not what effect that aroma had upon his sensitive little systems.
But I DO know, that totally unintended by me, I DID manage to give him just a little "get even-ness" for ALL the tricks he pulls on me.
And now, if you'll excuse me - - - I think I'll go have a lovely little lunch of limburger and Triscuits.