It was my turn to put the “shaker cheese” on our dinner. Yum. We took our bowls in to the living room and settled into watch our show. I wouldn’t eat my dinner and dad couldn’t figure out why. After tasting it he realized the funky taste. He we through a couple of scenarios, spoiled milk in the dinner, being one of them. Nope, that wasn’t it.
He had me bring him the “shaker cheese”. Kraft cheese. Ok, all was well in that department.
Are you sure?
Next I brought him the actual culprit.
Yes don’t they look alike?
At this point my mother is arriving home to a neighbor who can’t stop laughing and a very cranky and angry husband.
Of course this is my mother’s fault, she left the container on the counter. Not my father’s fault who allowed a 3 year old to serve dinner…
That was not my mother’s opinion and she reminds him while laughing each time this gets brought up.
Poison Control was called for the first time.
We were all fine. Love My Carpet is only soap flakes.
To this day my father will not eat Parmesan cheese.
Have you made any calls to poison control?