I dislike foods that come with mold, and bleu cheese is one of my strongest dislikes. Some years ago when my first husband was in the Navy I was invited to attend a luncheon with a group of officer’s wives. One of the chief party snacks consisted of bleu cheese on crackers — a large amount of bleu cheese heaped on some kind of large gourmet crackers. To be polite, I took a few of the horrible things and chowed down, pretending I liked them. I was patting myself on the back for being such an obliging guest when the hostess, seeing my snack plate was empty, reached over and plopped two more of those gigantic crackers onto it! I could have cried, but I manned up and ate those as well. This time, however, I realized what I had done wrong, and left half of the last cracker on the plate to indicate I was full. No “clean plate club” for me any more! If I’m invited somewhere and I dislike the food they serve, I’ll leave a bit left on my mostly clean (and mannerly) plate.