I'm pretty sure the cheese grater is one of the most barbaric inventions ever created. After many years of avoiding them by just chopping cheese into small bits, I braved the grater to tonight to shred fontina. I was just finding my shred pace when I noticed the cheese had a pink marble. Oops-- not a cheese trait, just my blood as I sliced through my own finger on the very dangerous jagged edge. Beware any reader who eats my risotto!
A special ed kid came to see me today for thoughts on what he should do about his girlfriend cheating on him. It's not easy at any age or lifestage. I feel your pain kid-man.
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