The other day, Jean said that he would like to have some Limburger cheese one of these days.
I know it's smelly, but of course I bought some at Kroger for him. This afternoon when John and I got him up, I said I had a surprise for him - Limburger.
He smiled, and then he started chuckling and laughing - so much so, that he could hardly talk. He said he just thought of a funny memory.
When his Grandma Hoenshell (who lived with them) was old, she could not see very well.
One day, she got herself a piece of bread, and then went to the icebox. She took Limburger and spread it on the bread. Then she spread strawberry jam all over that.
She didn't even notice it was not Nucoa (margarine), and ate the whole thing.
That was so funny.
