cheese curds

As most of you know (or maybe you don't) I was born and raised in Florida. Being from the South, I simply adore fried food. My motto is " if it taste good, it will taste even better fried!" Fried chicken, French fries, onion rings, doughnuts....etc. But, as I am getting on in years and pounds, I try not to partake from the deep fryer too often. That being said, I have a new fried love. Fried Cheese Curds.

You may be asking yourself "what's a cheese curd?" I, too, was oblivious to this wondrous treat until recently. It all started on July 4th of this year. While wondering an Independence day fair, we passed a vendor selling fried cheese curds. I innocently asked for a sample. Little did I know that it would be the beginning of a love/hate relationship! I LOVE to eat them, I HATE that they go straight to my fanny!

Fortunately (or unfortunately for my fanny) we live within walking distance to a pub that has the best cheese curds in town. So I quite often talk J. into popping down to the pub to get an order to go.
the conversation goes something like this:

ME: I'm hungry
J: so eat something
Me: I'm not sure what I'm in the mood for...
J: uh huh
Me: want to get some cheese curds?
J: didn't we just get some last night?
Me: Nooooo, that was at least 2 nights ago.
J: oh
(long pause)
Me: so you want to go get some? I'll buy...(smiling sweetly...giving him puppy dog eyes...)
J: (big sigh and overly dramatic eye roll) I guess...

And thus, J. becomes my cheese curd enabler...or pusher...or whatever.