We made chicken fingers for dinner tonight (chicken strips, dip in melted butter, dip in panko mixed w/Ital seasoning and salt; cook 425 for 12 mins turning halfway through).
My 3-year-old ate one, which was noteworthy since meat rarely crosses his palette in any form. He said, "Could I have another cheese stick, please?" I said sure, telling him it was actually chicken. He ate a couple more each time asking for more "cheese sticks."
Finally, he asked, "What kind of cheese is this?" I said, "Chicken cheese." He laughed, saying he thought it was "Chicken sand cheese."
Call it what you want, my boy. Just nice to have a meal eaten.