I wouldn't say that there aren't any cheeses I don't like, I've met a couple I couldn't get past my nose to reach my mouth. But about 99% I love. One happy serendipity is that I landed in America's Dairyland (OK, that's Wisconsin, within walking distance). One favorite thing to do is a few times a year we get in the car and just hop from cheese factory to cheese factory. Within a few hours we have dozens, to include a goat cheese place, one that makes fresh curds every Friday (the locals line up to get them warm from the vat), and more kinds of blue than you can imagine, cheddars and swisses anything from fresh to aged 20 years or more, and of course, many of the local artisinal cheesemakers' own invention. When my parents were healthy enough to travel, they visited, and I made Daddy very very happy because his father had been a cheesemaker in Quebec, so I took him to one of our smaller cheese factories and they put sanitary stuff on us (shower caps, shoe covers, etc) and took us from the place where they tested the incoming tankers of milk for undesireable elements (they made them dump the milk then and there) through the entire process. Dad was in heaven. I hate calling them factories, though, seems opposite of the crafts places they are. Talk about pride of product. If I start calling them fromageries, I suspect everyone will think I'm pretentious! I'm also lucky enough to have a local deli where one side of the fridge is imports of all sorts, the other is artisinal local cheese. My husband jokes that other men buy their wives chocolates, he has to go to the deli and find just the right blue.
