Within the snack bag was a package of misshaped cheese pieces which my Father referred to as squeaky cheese… AKA cheese curds. On the drive back our father would always stop at a small Canadian cheese market to grab us snacks for the drive home. Growing up in a French Canadian household it was normal for us to take regular trips to Canada visiting family. I was no older than 8 when my first cheese curd incident took place (not to be confused with String Cheese Incident). A-well-everybody’s heard about the curd, c-curd curd curd, curd is the word! Yes, that was a bit cheesy… but I bet it gets stuck in your head forever.Ĭheese curds have been a staple of my life for many years now.
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