This Happens Every Time
For dinner, I made a pair of breakfast pizzas topped with white gravy, cheese, scrambled eggs, and sausage. Most of the cheese was Colby Jack, but I made half of a pizza with Baby Swiss for myself.
So naturally, everyone tried my Swiss side, liked it, and ate it instead of the Colby Jack side.1
To be fair, the flavor worked really, really well. And I did convince my wife to try it when she would've left it alone↩