An Ode to Cheese

Once upon a time, there was a girl whose father had customers in Wisconsin.

Every time he went to Dodgeville, she would drop hints about how much she’d love a cheesehead. (To express her love for the food, not the team. No offense, Packers fans.)

Every time he came home, he returned empty-handed.

She put this experience behind her, until the Packers won the Super Bowl. She was sick, and really rather grumpy, so she called her father and reminded him of this.

Be careful what you wish for, folks. A week later, there was a delivery. What did I find inside? My very own cheesehead.

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This girl lost all of last week’s cooking mojo and ordered some sushi tonight. This girl is bummed she hasn’t found a good sushi place in her new hood yet.

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This girl is done writing in the third person.

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