German cheese

My parents are here this weekend. Among other fun things, my dad in particular loves to go to the grocery store and buy items we don't usually eat--blue corn chips, Teddy Grahams, Oreos, Moolenium Crunch Bluebell ice cream, etc. He came home with some Muenster cheese on Thursday or Friday. The McGregors have always had a special place in our gastronomical regions for Muenster--we used to visit a smokehouse in Fredricksburg, TX and buy a lunch of local German sausage, Muenster cheese and sourdough bread, which we would eat as a picnic by the river.

The boys had never had Muenster. Grandmac brought it out for the boys on Friday when we were at the B&B and she said that Blane commented that "the cheese is on fire" (Muenster has a coating of paprika on it). Zac and Seth had their own variations. They each asked independently of each other last night:

(Zac) "Are we having Monster Jack cheese?"

(Seth) "Are we having Monsterella cheese?"

Unfortunately, the love of Muenster has not yet carried on to this generation.