I stored the curds in the refrigerator when I was not using them but within a week they were all gone. The last one I held in my mouth without chewing, letting it slowly dissolve. I had liquid cheese trickling down my throat for nearly four hours. I must have had six orgasms in the process.

I often think of that lovely young cow dropping solid gold out of her sweet, pink udder every day, never knowing what joy it could, and at least once did, bring to a grateful cheesehead.