Pepperjack.
I have a pepperjack story. When my oldest was just under a year we were at a buffet in Laughlin, Nevada. My husband had been feedng our son soft finger foods. He had picked out some white cheese and not looked at it closely. Our son took a bite, screamed, took it out of his mouth, put it back in and screamed again. It was the second time that my husband found out his error. As much as we love the pepperjack cheese story in our family, our son actually likes pepperjack cheese now.