Ah, the wondrous power of cheese.
In our house, the witching hour is always the dinner hour as I'm cooking, and I'm usually the witch who's claiming the hour. I'm not sure if it's the fact that I don't want to cook or that I'm tired after work or if my blood sugar is low, but a slice of cheese helps avert disastrous meltdowns. The kids have been known to say to their Dad, "give Mom a piece of cheese," even if it's not dinner time, as if that will help in any situation.
Actually, it kind of does.
So if ever we meet, and you take a peek into my purse, don't be surprised to see string cheese carried in a place of honor!