I love Tillamook Medium Cheddar. It is the Cadillac of cheese. My father and I see eye to eye on this issue, and almost nothing else.
We visited the Tillamook Cheese Factory (In Tillamook, Oregon) at least four times when I was a kid. They had fantastic ice cream as well! We’d get a campsite in nearby Netarts, Oregon and go crabbing. If you’ve never been crabbing on the Oregon coast, it involves renting a terrifying little boat and going out into the terrifying, choppy, lead-gray water, and hauling up cages full of terrifying live crabs, which you take back to the shore and cook in a terrifying giant cauldron of boiling water and seaweed.
To a child with my temperament, the cheese factory was a welcome relief.
When this comic ran the first time, I got a nice gift basket from the Tillamook Cheese Factory. It was one of the proudest days of my life. That is not an exaggeration, and no, I don’t see anything wrong with that.