Twenty or so years ago I was visiting my Grandmother-in-law and she invited me to try some Finnish cheese that a friend had made and brought over. I was hesitant. No one I knew made cheese. Cheese was something to be bought at a store. She graciously talked me into trying it. The cheese was cut into 1x6 inch strips. The top was brownish and the inside was creamy white. I bit into a tiny piece. The cheese squeaked when my teeth divided it. My lips were instantly covered in a buttery grease. "This cheese squeaks, " I said. She admitted some people called it squeaky cheese. The taste was amazing. I had three pieces. It was delicious. This weekend while shopping at the Seward Coop I found some more squeaky cheese. It was called Juustoleipa. I don't know how that is pronounced. I bought some. And it's all gone. Golly that was almost as good as the cheese I had twenty years ago. Someday when I have time, I will try and make this at home.
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