My father once brought home a small block of what he called Limburger cheese. It literally smelled like a dead animal that had been lying on the side of a road for days during the hottest part of summer. He claimed it tasted delicious. I declined to try it.
My father once brought home a small block of what he called Limburger cheese. It literally smelled like a dead animal that had been lying on the side of a road for days during the hottest part of summer. He claimed it tasted delicious. I declined to try it.