I think the trick lies in finding the right cheese for the right woman. I’d be an easy target unless someone offers me one of those washed rind types, the only cheese I find gross.
Taleggio turned me on to stinky cheeses. I haven’t had limburger yet but it took like a month to get the foot smell out of the fridge after the taleggio it was great
The Limburger I’ve smelled was nothing like foot smell, unless you’ve been walking barefoot through cow shit.
My dad likes to eat Limburger sandwiches. I’m convinced he eats them mostly to offend the people around him. If you’ve ever heard that a conservative will eat cow shit just so the liberals near him have to smell his breath, that’s pretty much my dad.
I’ve only smelled it once. It was the only time he made one in the house when I lived there. I think my mom told him if he ever made another she’d divorce him.
