This afternoon my dh asked me to buy more of that new white cheese.  I told him I hadn't bought any new white cheese that we had the same old mozzarella and cheddar I always bring home.  He insisted, then pulled out an empty wrapper of cream cheese from the trash bin to show me.  He emphatically told me, "I made quesadillas last night after work and they were sooo good!" 

I'm sure it is pleasing eating a full pound of cream cheese...