Sharp cheddar and my neighbor's homemade goat cheese. I can see the goats it came from just across the street, which is not typical in modern consumer society.
"Suzy?"
"Yes?"
"Suzy Creamcheese?"
"Yes?"
"This is the voice of your conscience, baby,
Uh, I just want to check one thing out with you.
You don't mind, do ya?"
"What?"
"Suzy Creamcheese, honey,
What's got into you?"
Oh, wow...
What's happening, man?
America's wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful,
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
It really makes it.
Creamcheese....
[unintelligible gibberish]
A minute man, crazy man, it's happening man, flashing man...
Flashing man, flashing man, crazy man, It really makes it..
Flashing man...
We have a great French cheese shop about 15 miles away. Every time we go there it costs us about $80-100 for what seems a relatively small bag of deliciousness. Glad the shop isn't nearer.
You have not lived until you've eaten fresh cheese curds. The only place I have ever encountered them is Wisconsin. They squeak really loud as you chew, but only if they have never been refrigerated. Once chilled, it's just cheese.
I like all kinds of cheese but never anything made in American and least of all Wisconsin. My faves are a toss up between Danish Bleu and real Parmesan.