My husband grew up with a strange eating "disorder."  He only ate cheese for the first 12 years of his life.  No joke.  He'd go to McDonald's and order a "cheeseburger hold the meat." He'd eat grilled cheese for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  At a young age, he was offered $100 just to eat part of a Maryland crab cake and he flat out refused.  Lucky for him (and me) he outgrew his cheesy love affair before he went to college.   However, that didn't stop me from spotting cans of Cheez Wiz spray cheese in his dorm room closet.  He's come a looong … [Read more...]