Life is great. Cheese makes it better.

Melted cheese is a culinary veil...a foxhole where mediocrity can hide.

He Liked Pizzas, she Burger.
He Liked Italian, she Continental.
He Liked muffins, she puffs.
Poles apart they had no chance,
but cheese kept them together.

To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demi-glace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living.

If you are able to introduce a white person to a new cheese, it's like introducing them to a future spouse.

I don't care what you Yanks say, cheese should not whiz.