My father loved blue cheese, and I could never understand that. When I was about 10, I didn't have much money to buy him a birthday present. So, I went to the supermarket deli, and bought him a chunk of blue cheese. (I didn't even have enough cash for crackers.
) Anyway, I got some birthday wrapping paper at home, and wrapped up the hunk of disgusting blue mold, gave it to him, and said Happy Birthday.
For YEARS after that, he'd tell everyone that was the best birthday present he had ever received!