Now don't laugh...
But when I was younger I used to have a very serious phobia of grated cheddar. Not the kind that you'd grate yourself off a block, but the bright yellowy/orange neon kind which came grated in bags. It turned my stomach-and still does to this day. All cheap cheese does in fact. Don't ask me why, I've only just started embracing the fromage at the grand old age of 25.

Perhaps it's because of the way it feels all waxy and dusty and bleerrggh. I was once sent out of Food Technology when I was fifteen(Or Home Economics as it should really be called) and made to stand in the corridor and think about what I had done when I refused to put my hand in the grated cheddar bag when making Cheese Scones.

I can just about cope with cheese nowadays. I am partial to strong cheddar on crumpets with a splash of Worcester Sauce, Buffalo Mozarella(because I'm posh like), and the odd bit of brie here and there. Still, make me touch cheap cheese and not only will I break out in a cold sweat, I shall also break your ears with my girlish screams.

(My best friend almost beats my phobias by being pathologically afraid of both Eggs and "Wires" by Athlete. She has a pavlovian reaction to it and starts screaming, swearing and foaming at the mouth like something out of The Exorcist whenever it's played in her general direction).
(jimbowensspeedboat is your secret Austrian cellar baby, Thu 10 Apr 2008, 14:44, Reply)