February 3, 2009

I pity the lactose intolerant.


In the process of reading The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, I've noticed that Edgar eats cheese curds a lot, which makes sense, since it takes place in Wisconsin. His mom rolls a piece of cheese in her fingers to soften it before feeding the ball to an ailing pup.

Later, when Edgar's parents tell him that he will be in charge of his own litter for the first time, he celebrates with the dairy delights:
Thank you, Edgar signed. He dropped his hands and lifted them again and put them down when he couldn't think of anything else to say. He went to the refrigerator and poured milk into his glass and drank it with the door open. From the back of the refrigerator he retrieved a package of cheese curds. He ate one in plain sight, palmed the rest, and walked out into the brilliant summer daylight.
By the way, at first I confused cheese curds with a Cheeto-like product, cheese curls. Then I realized that no one stores Cheetos in the back of the refrigerator, so Edgar had to be eating something more perishable (and therefore, truer to cheese's natural state) than cheese curls, so I looked it up. I soon found a very nice explanation of how curds are made, a question that, according to the website, "every Wisconsin parent faces sooner or later." Wow, whatever happened to asking mom and dad something normal, like where babies come from? Then again, scratch that. I think the curd question makes more sense than the baby question. Cheese curds are definitely a more interesting topic.