My husband very almost convinced me that I made up the rule about cheese; ever since we first shared a cheese plate and I was outraged by his confident mutilation of the stinky, yet sacred tip of the triangle. Due to his bewildering ignorance I actually started to believe that maybe I had dreamt up such an infringement of a social situation....he still takes the 'nose' of the triangle, every time, just to see the shocked look on my face...
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