I don’t think there is anything, I mean anything, I love more than cheese. I can honestly say there isn’t a cheese I’ve met that I haven’t liked. My favorite part of lasagna? The gooey, almost crispy cheese on top. I save it for last and then it all at once to savor its splendor. I’ve also been known to deconstruct my pizza and save the cheese to eat for last as well. And I don’t mean one piece; I’ll eat two or three pieces and THEN eat all my awaiting cheese. This generally leads to strange looks, so I tend to avoid going this in restaurants.
So yea, you could say I love cheese.
If I think back to childhood, I think there are a few foods that are sort of staples for any kid. Hot dogs, tater tots, pizza, PB&J, and grilled cheese sandwiches. Thinking back to my own childhood, I can remember my great aunt making my sister and I grilled cheese sandwiches wrapped in foil and melted with an iron. Totally old school. I should do an experiment some day and make two grilled cheeses, one in a pan and the other by iron to compare the results.