Mmm, Squeaky Cheese

I don't buy cheese curds very often, but I saw these today at the farmer's market and I had to.

They remind me of family trips to Yellowstone, and Coeur d'Alene, and Grandma's house in Montana, and how we'd stop in Cache Valley, UT, to buy squeaky cheese.

Thanks, mom and dad, for these types of small traditions that I'll always remember fondly.