Hatred of Cheese

Ever since I can remember, I have always hated cheese. I could never eat it without being disgusted by the taste. No matter what kind, cheddar, American, swiss, gouda, Monterey Jack, blue cheese, goat cheese, I hated it. I wouldn’t eat plain slices of cheese, pizza, macaroni and cheese, cheeseburgers, cheese sticks, lasagna; no matter what kind of food it was, if it had cheese in it, I refused to eat it. It was kind of funny because while I simply hated cheese, my brother loved it. He could never get enough of it and would eat it all the time, even to the point where my parents had to force him to stop eating it. It disgusted me when he would eat cheese in front of me. I never understood how something that tasted so awful to me could taste so good to another person, let alone someone that I was related to. As I’ve grown older, I’ve become more open to trying things. I will now eat cheeseburgers and macaroni and cheese, although only certain kinds. I will occasionally eat a slice of cheddar cheese but I still refuse to eat cheesecake and my mom will still make me a separate, personal lasagna without the cheese filling for dinner. Ashley H.