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<blockquote data-quote="Thomas Shey" data-source="post: 9392963" data-attributes="member: 7026617">If so, I've never really hit it, no matter where.&nbsp; Anything that was actually called &quot;American cheese&quot; was something that was identifiable as cheese, but that was what you could say for it.&nbsp; If I'm going to bother with cheese at all, the last thing I want is a &quot;neutral&quot; flavor.&nbsp; (Which is not to say overly strong cheeses can't be too much--most sharp Cheddars are a&nbsp; bridge too far for me).(Semi amusing related story: years ago our first dog as a couple was what almost certainly was a Belgian Maliois named Lupe; she was a rescued stray who'd likely been roaming the streets for weeks before the Pasadena Human Society caught her, and she was only about 5-6 months old at the time..&nbsp; She'd eat anything with a reasonable family resemblance to food; ancient popcorn that had fallen behind the couch, half rotted avocados in the yard, you name it.At one point we were needing to give her some pills, and she was absolutely not a dog who was going to make it easy to just pop it in her throat.&nbsp; So I went out and bought some exceedingly cheap &quot;cheese slices&quot; figuring I'd wrap the pills in one and give it to her that way.Wrap the first pill up, offer it to her, she starts to wolf it down--and then promptly spits it out.&nbsp; According to my wife, without even missing a beat, I said &quot;That's not food&quot;, took the rest of the package and threw it away.)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Thomas Shey, post: 9392963, member: 7026617"] If so, I've never really hit it, no matter where. Anything that was actually called "American cheese" was something that was identifiable as cheese, but that was what you could say for it. If I'm going to bother with cheese at all, the last thing I want is a "neutral" flavor. (Which is not to say overly strong cheeses can't be too much--most sharp Cheddars are a bridge too far for me). (Semi amusing related story: years ago our first dog as a couple was what almost certainly was a Belgian Maliois named Lupe; she was a rescued stray who'd likely been roaming the streets for weeks before the Pasadena Human Society caught her, and she was only about 5-6 months old at the time.. She'd eat anything with a reasonable family resemblance to food; ancient popcorn that had fallen behind the couch, half rotted avocados in the yard, you name it. At one point we were needing to give her some pills, and she was absolutely not a dog who was going to make it easy to just pop it in her throat. So I went out and bought some exceedingly cheap "cheese slices" figuring I'd wrap the pills in one and give it to her that way. Wrap the first pill up, offer it to her, she starts to wolf it down--and then promptly spits it out. According to my wife, without even missing a beat, I said "That's not food", took the rest of the package and threw it away.) [/QUOTE]

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