We buy our cheese in a large block.
We have a lot of mouths to feed.
And every one of them is a cheese-lover.
Also: grating said cheese leaves an interesting pattern of little grooves on the main piece.
And: We raise Old English Sheepdogs. Our big male is named Chiefy.
On with my story . . .
Husby and I had been out for the evening.
The kids, ages eight to nineteen were home.
Watching TV and eating . . . what else? . . . cheese.
Putting it on bread.
Then toasting the two together.
Periodically, someone would come out to the kitchen, prepare another round and disappear into the TV room once more.
When we got home, the snacking and movie-watching was still ongoing.
Or at least the movie-watching.
The food had not yet been put away.
Okay, I admit it, I’m a bit OCD when it comes to food being left out.
Spotting the large block of cheese sitting on the cupboard, I made my disgusted face and instantly turned into uber-annoying SUPERCLEAN MOM.
I picked it up.
Now, usually, when the kids are making snacks including cheese, they would simply slice pieces off.
The end of this block looked as though they had been grating it.
Hmmm. Not common, but not unheard of.
I sliced the grooved end off the cheese and ate it, then wrapped the main block and put it into the fridge and generally tidied up.
Then I went into the TV room to join my Husby and the rest of the family.
My daughter turned to look at me.
“Mom! Did you see that Chiefy has been eating the cheese?”
I stared at her. “I thought you had been grating it.”
“Nope. I came upstairs and there he was chewing on the end. I pushed it to the back of the cupboard, but left it there ‘cause I wasn’t sure what you’d want done with it.”
“Ummmm . . .” I thought of the piece I had just eaten and felt a little green.
(Lucy Van Pelt from Peanuts has nothing on me when it comes to dog-germ-phobia. I know. I know. Weird, coming from a ranch girl.)
“I’ve taken care of it,” I said finally.