I'm SO ready to be done with this remodeling! We're at the stage where cooking is near impossible; we have no stove, and no counters (the cabinets are being stained), and my kitchen table is being used as a work bench. My wonderful husband asked his mother (the woman who hates - doesn't like me) if he could fix dinner at her house. I get a phone call from him explaining all of this to me and I'm thinking "fabulous!"...sarcasm.
Bobby comes and picks me up from work (we went from two vehicles to one a couple of years ago to save on vehicle payments and gas) and when we get to his mom's we start dishing up spaghetti, etc. While I am working on my plate, I hear a complaint from one of the boys about the cheese looking brownish. I ignore this and say I'm sure it's fine. By the time I get to the table, hear another complaint about the color. There is some questioning back and forth: "where did you get it?" "was it in the refrigerator?" "Grandfather gave it to me-it was in the cupboard, but it hadn't been opened yet." By this time cheese has been sprinkled all around, and we have all had a sniff of the container. "Smells fine-smells like Parmesan cheese smells-stinky feet.." Oh dear...I spotted the date on the container and it says "Best by 06/06/2010." Two-year-old Parmesan cheese and we've all eaten it. The eleven-year-old: "Will it make us sick?" The not-quite-eight-year-old: "I wonder what it feels like to have your stomach pumped?" Oy vey! The good news? Clearly the attempted poisoning by Parmesan failed. The bad news: my youngest thinks he is funny. (He is, but we don't want him to know that!)
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