Berkeley, July 27

I wish they could wrap cheese in something other than plastic.

Being from Wisconsin, cheese is a basic food group in this household and the sound of its unwrapping is the siren call that draws Wendy form whichever pillow she currently resides in the home.

She just KNOWS.

I’ve tried opening a mere cheese single from WITHIN the fridge in hopes of masking the allure, to no avail.

There she is, doe-eyed and expectant. A very good girl. A girl of the streets, sure, who simply needs just this one slice of gouda, smoked gouda being her favorite. But, her palate is ever-evolving.