Gouda Cheese
Cousin Inigo recently inquired about cheese, so I put it on the grocery list. Daddy bought two kinds last night: gouda and monteray jack. He was nibbling the gouda last night, so he gave me a piece on the floor.
At first, I was disappointed because I couldn't get it to fly across the floor for hockey. Then I realized it was strictly for eating. The texture was strange at first, but I enjoyed it. I think I might like to try the monteray jack when he opens that because different flavors with that squishy texture might also be nice.
Cousin Inigo recently inquired about cheese, so I put it on the grocery list. Daddy bought two kinds last night: gouda and monteray jack. He was nibbling the gouda last night, so he gave me a piece on the floor.
At first, I was disappointed because I couldn't get it to fly across the floor for hockey. Then I realized it was strictly for eating. The texture was strange at first, but I enjoyed it. I think I might like to try the monteray jack when he opens that because different flavors with that squishy texture might also be nice.
posted by Tiki at Saturday, June 17, 2006
2 Comments:
Dear Tiki,
My new mommy keeps encouraging me to eat more salad. I like HAY way better than salad. Just plain hay. My new mommy is also trying to make me be friends with this black and white bunny who eats like a hog. His name is Clarence. Seriously this guy is a pig. He always eats the salad that my new mommy puts out for me. And he constantly tries to hump me. I don't yet know what to make of this place.
Sincerely,
Lillian
Dear Tiki,
Turns out that I do love salad after all. And Clarence is not nearly as oafish and piggy as I originally thought. I think I am going to like living here.
Optimistically Yours,
Lillian
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