Grandpa loved Limburger cheese. (Go figure!)
He once got up in the middle of the night to make himself a midnight snack.
It was late and he didn’t want to disturb the rest of the family so he didn’t turn on the light in the kitchen. He just got the cheese out of the ice box, grabbed the bread and went to town.
The next morning my Grandmother went into the ice box, saw the cheese, turned to Grandpa and said, “How was that sandwich last night?”
“Very good.” He said.
Then she showed him the cheese.
It was crawling with maggots!
Grandpa just laughed and said, “Best Limburger cheese sandwich I ever ate!”
There are so many things wrong with that story I don’t even know where to begin……!