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My Dad used to buy Canadian cheddar when he had an appetite.
He always used to eye me sideways when I helped myself to it.
Sadly, by the time I worked on a cheese counter he wasn't very interested in what I brought home, so I never really got to "repay" him for tucking into "his" cheese.
I bought and cooked food for all of us when I lived together of course.
But it would have been nice to reciprocate in kind.
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