Who hates cheese?

Tit Whistle, I can totally understand where you are coming from. I HATE cheese with a passion. Any and all cheeses I have ever tried. I can’t stand the smell or the taste of it.

People don’t tend to give me too much hassle. Sometimes they look at me kind of funny “What, you don’t like pizzas?” and things like that, but it is not too bad.

The things that is wierd though, is that I don’t like tomatoes either. That means most italian food is out, and a whole host of other stuff. When I tell people I don’t like both, then they start to rant a bit.

But then, there are loads of things I don’t like, so people can pretty much take their pick. I am slowly getting better cause I never used ot even try stuff if I didn’t like the smell.

TTFN
Rick

TW and JayLa and RickQ and anyone else who doesn’t like cheese: I like cheese. It’s almost unnatural how I like cheese. Take that cheese that people are trying to force on you and send it to me!

(JayLa–send me your friend’s chocolate, too.)

Richard Rahl/Cypher

I don’t like cheese. And I was born and raised in Wisconsin.

Used to like it, but I had a go at veganism a while back. It didn’t completely stick, but most dairy has aquired a certain yuck factor. I gag at the thought of drinking a glass of milk. Cow goo. Ick.

Now see that you get what I mean, Krispy. Digging up your moldy old soccer routine as a way of continuing your vendetta against Coldfire is offensive, not to mention boring. So is your hijacking someone else’s thread to further your little grudge match.

You’ve been around here–and around the block–plenty long enough to know better. You’re acting like a jerk. You know the rules. Either knock it off or get gone. Consider yourself warned.

TVeblen
Moderator, IMHO

:rolleyes: Well, certainly you know that that’s not meant to be taken literally :wink:

I wish I didn’t like cheese. As it is, I can’t get enough of it. It’s cheese that keeps me from becoming a vegan.

Mmm cheese, it’s the food of the Gods, seriously.

I love it, all except blue and brei, and probably a host of others I’ve never heard of. On the other hand, my step-brother hates it with a passion. If I’ve even TOUCHED cheese before touching something, he won’t eat it (assuming it was edible beforehand).

Uke- I -am- a cracker!

Oh, um… you mean the flat crunchy things… uh, ok.

[homer voice]Mmmm, cheese…[/homer voice]

Swiss and gouda and edam and camembert and jarlsberg and muenster and american and cheddar and brie and parmesan and mozzarella and feta and bleu and … and … yummy!

My husband doesn’t like cheese very much. I get his. He doesn’t like mushrooms at all. I get his. It works out.

HaHaHa…I adore cheese. Ok here’s the deal, your comparing two different things. Cheese encompases a LARGE LARGE variety. Spinach/mushrooms doesn’t. If a person said they didn’t like veggies you know they are flat out lying, b/c there’s too many types for them to say they hate all of them. Granted there are people that can’t stand any form of vegtable, yet they are rare. I can’t stand spinach…but then i tried this spinach/pesto humus a couple days ago. My gawd! was it good.

Cheese is one of the worlds greatest foods, you can do anything with it. Make a meal, a snack, dessert…you name it. It’s similar to saying you can’t stand potatoes >my idea of the worlds greatest invention< or salad. There has to be at least one form or another you like.

Same with chocolate, there are so many varieties and ways to prepare it >or involve it< it’s highly unlikely you can NOT like at LEAST ONE form.

As long as this is evolving into a cheese appreciation thread:

I remember once while I was a grad assistant, I brought my lunch to work in a paper bag and set it on my desk. Said lunch contained a cold keilbasa and some bread and cheese. I came back from teaching a class to find my office mate had banished my lunch to the window sill in another room and left me a polite note explaining that, well, it stank. I forget the type of cheese involved.

Mold cured cheeses (blue, gorgonzola, stilton) are lovely. The other day, I was in a store (“Beverages and More” for anybody familiar with the chain) and saw some variety of cheese with incredibly bright green veins in it - not green like gorgonzola, really startlingly electric green. I didn’t get any, haven’t seen the stuff again, and can’t remember what it was. I’m assuming it was some mold-cured variant, since it looked like it, and was stocked next to the others. Anybody?

OK, you got me … I like Cheese Nips and some kinds of similar crackers, and I like Cheetos. But that’s it. Not REAL cheese. If it’s sliceable or meltable, I’m going to pass. :smiley:

Well I’m glad to see that I am still not alone. Though the number of members may be small, there definitely is an Anti-Curd Faction in the world.

And even though there is an annoying large variety out there, there is no cheese that I will ever find palatable. I’m sure of that much.

Thanks to everyone who posted to my very first original thread…even if most of you are a bunch of cheese hounds.

I’m lactose intolerant, so I suppose you could count me in with the “hate cheese” group, although I’m sort of in a “hate milk products” group. . . but not by choice!

You will never realize how many foods have milk products in them until you find yourself staring at a menu and being unable to order anything that sounds remotely tasty. Oh, the endless struggle . . . should I give in to the siren call of the Chicken and Broccoli Fettuccini Alfredo and suffer the pangs of the damned, or end up ordering those flavorless chicken fingers again? Oh, for a baked potato, dripping with butter! A juicy steak just isn’t the same without one. I drop my head down, and mutter to the tablecloth that I’ll have my potato plain, please. The waitress inevitably says, “No sour cream? No butter?” and I shake my head in sorrow.

I confess I’m a cheese hound, Tit Whistle; love every variety tried so far except limburger. (That stuff reeks so badly I can’t get close enough to taste it.)

But you sure aren’t alone. Your thread reminded me of a long-ago “Today” segment when Bryant Gumble was in France. He’s like you; loathes even the smell of cheese. The poor guy suffered because the French are so (rightfully) food-proud and hating cheese is akin to heresey. He just about became ill when they toured a cheese shop.

Veb

I thought that many areas of the world that are lactose intolerant eat cheese made from goats milk.

Titwhistle, I wonder if age has something to do with it. When I was a kid I hated cheeze. I would throw up at the thought of it. But one day as a teenager a bunch of us drove 10 miles to a pizza drive-in to taste this newfangled food called pizza that we heard was really good. I was really hungry and didn’t have any extra money and when I found out there was cheeze on it ,(in those day there were no choices)I was horrified. But I ate it and loved it, and the older I get the smellier I want it. Mozzerello is so bland now. Well now, all the meals I order come with extra cheeze.

How can you cheeze haters live without pizza?
Try it . You’ll like it:)

I’m half Dutch. I love cheese & soccer! I even love fake cheese (like Velveeta) & aerosol cheese.

I don’t like the taste much either. I enjoy cream cheese profoundly, sour cream is nice, stuff with milk is too…Ah, that’s off topic.

It’s not so bad when the cheese is WITH something else. Like on a sandwich. I’d much rather have the sandwich or burger sans fromage, but I don’t mind as much. I wouldn’t go out of my way to eat it though. Yes, I’m lactose intolerant, maybe that’s why?

Don’t worry: you aren’t alone. I also know a guy who’s French who says he hates it too…

I hate cheese with a passion. Any time I tried it, my mouth went dry and I ended up chewing it for eternity until I couldn’t stand it any longer and had to spit it out.

Imagine my dismay last month when I was invited along to a friend’s birthday meal. Halfway to the restaurant, I discovered we were going for an Italian meal. Needless to say, I felt like a bit of a doofus nibbling garlic bread all night long whilst all my other friends tucked in to all the cheese-laden dishes on the menu. Talk about feeling like a leper.