Confessions of a Chegan
When I was a little kid, I hated cheese. In fact, one of my most vivid memories is of trying to flush a Kraft Cheese Single down the toilet when I was four. I took one bite of the slick, oily stuff and decided it needed to go. Only the flimsy, artificially bright yellow slice wouldn’t go down the dang toilet! My crime was discovered. And I declared myself a cheese hater from then on. Until I tried real cheese 20 years later. Then I fell in love. Both with cheese, and the guy who introduced it to me. Yep, we’re now married and the love affair with cheese continues.
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