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Cheese Curds Make My Day
Cheese curds make my day. My wife has a daily habit Of caring for all my needs. She keeps her eyes wide open To see what she can see. This week was no exception As she neared the dairy case. Greeted by one of my favorites Now staring her in the face. You see. . . I love cheese curds. I even love their squeaky sound. When she finds real fresh ones I can eat them by the pound. Several months ago, A nearby dairy closed its door. Never to make great curds again No. . . never “curds” no more. Shullsburg, Wi. was the next place We’d make the day long drive to. When we’d go so far fetch, We’d always buy more than a few. But it goes against my “system” When those curds are in the home. I’m always “digging” in the frig I can’t leave those curds alone. But as sometimes life will go Our local grocer now has in stock So we can buy fresh curds Without driving a "million blocks”. She announced as she returned From the weekly trek she makes. “The store had some ‘new’ curds” To mention curds is all it takes. I quickly fought open the package To taste and hear that sound. I scarfed down several chunks Before in the frig they’re bound. “Oh my !” is what I shouted. These curds are really best. But at my age, I must control The quantities I now ingest. For my old system can’t tolerate All the cheese I’d like to eat. So I must regulate the flow Save my curds for just a treat. My son, however: doesn’t seem care. He can mow them down full feed. But I know “our kitchen tender” Will supply us all we need. So “Thank you” Homestead Dairy And all the folks involved in that. I’ll be up to see your operation Maybe get to see you “stir the vat”. :o) A parting note to all Christian readers, I’ve a thought about life’s end. With all the banquets talked about, I trust my curds “someone” will send. Written by oldbuck to commemorate the discovery of a “local” supply for fresh curds. Curds and crisp bacon are two of my favorite foods.
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