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Free Association Friday

Amanda and I bought a hunk of this cheese a few months ago for a picnic and found it to be orgasmic. We had other stuff on that picnic, I think, but after long we had shoved it all aside and were fighting over who would get to lick the rind. We couldn’t remember what it was called, but Amanda remembered and found it. Cypress Grove’s Humboldt Fog Goat Cheese. I want some.

When I was little, on Easter – well, anytime, really, but on Easter for obvious reasons – I loved eating hard-boiled eggs, because I would eat a bunch of them, but save the yolks, so that I could pretend I was Pac-Man. Am I the only one that did this?

When I was around 7, I was friends with this kid who was around 5 or so down the street – he was the son of a local preacher. I got in trouble because I told him the people parked by the lake across the street from our house were having sex in their cars. What? He asked.