When I was in college, I volunteered at my church's summer school/camp. Each Wednesday, we had a field trip, so everyone had to bring lunch. On one of the days that we went to a park, I stopped by Starbucks (I only ever go in there when my dad needs coffee when driving to Florida!) to grab a sandwich because the Subway I had intended on going to wasn't open. When we arrived at the park and I took my first bite while being surrounded by 4th graders, I was FLOORED.
It was my first taste of havarti cheese.
I'm totally with you there about havarti! Haha. When I see at the store or on sandwiches, I eagerly exclaim, "HAVARTI!" to my husband and retell the above story each time. Clearly, I care about cheese a little too much, but I figured you'd appreciate it!