Cheese

I opened the refrigerator, looking for dinner. A fruit, a sandwich, maybe even some left overs? But no. I did not see anything I wanted, so I opened a few drawers. Then I saw something. Cheese. I took out the big roll of smoked Gouda cheese, unwrapped the plastic, grabbed a knife, and I cut it into small pieces. It wasn't what I was expecting to have for dinner, but it was something.