I came to love Muenster cheese in the way I came to love a lot of foods -- because of my dad. By some hereditary genetic superiority (or flaw, or whatever you want to call it) I pretty much refused to eat anything but grilled cheese for breakfast for most of my young life. My dad, as the only morning person in the house, was charged with making roughly 3,000 breakfast grilled cheeses for me from ages 4 to 10. He would grill me a cheese, then sit down at the table with me, a newspaper, his black coffee and a hunk of whatever cheese was leftover from the morning's sandwich. More often than not, that cheese was Muenster. Whether that was because I liked it best or he liked it best will have to remain a mystery.