tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306974361934501005.post7801719062631829156..comments2011-02-20T11:29:47.387-05:00Comments on Forever in Tangent: PungentMercurekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13995008315182380638noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306974361934501005.post-74912838864931991612010-01-14T14:44:14.557-05:002010-01-14T14:44:14.557-05:00I'm not sure what kind of cheese I am. But you...I'm not sure what kind of cheese I am. But your description of Limburger reminded me of my childhood. <br /><br />My grandfather had a best friend he'd been in the Army with, called Bugsy. Whenever Bugsy and his wife Mary came to visit, my granddad and he would clear out the kitchen with their Limburger eating sessions. They would laugh and laugh at the sour expressions on mine and my sister's faces. Great memory. :)Amberhttp://www.bluebonnetsandbrownies.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306974361934501005.post-55491341287660858092010-01-14T11:13:39.353-05:002010-01-14T11:13:39.353-05:00And with your lovely imagery of spooning with ched...And with your lovely imagery of spooning with chedder, you just made my morning.<br />XOXOCarissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04524392277808185684noreply@blogger.com