Late Night Curd
Amy stirred her bowl of cottage cheese and tangerine pieces, “You know… I always wondered what cottage cheese is.”
I spooned a mouthful and managed to speak. “Well… It’s not cheese.”
Amy’s brow furrowed and she stared at her bowl. “You’re right… It’s not…”
I swallowed, “It’s curd.”
There was a pause. We looked at each other. Amy answered, “Right, but… What’s curd?”
It was a puzzle we knew not how to answer but with laughter and to repeat the word “curd” to each other, because it only became funnier the more we said it.
A funny moment between roommates.