I admit it- I’ve never, that I can recall, had Limburger. You?
“Inspired by my recent roadtrip quest for new American cheese on the Wisconsin cheese trail, I dressed as a Limburger cheesemaker for Halloween this year, complete with a ripe 5-month aged Limburger. I carried the brick around in an airtight container, offering a slice to any brave soul. While I love the full flavor of this notoriously stinky cheese, even I have to admit that out of context, it can be scary stuff indeed. In fact, Mark Twain wrote about a maddening disembodied Limburger in his gothic short “The Invalid’s Story.”
At America’s only Limburger plant — Chalet Cheese in Monroe, Wis. — I ate it for breakfast, sliced on brown bread, with mustard and strawberry jam, while hearing some of its history from Myron Olson, one of only 52 Wisconsin Master Cheesemakers, and the only one certified in Limburger.”