Is this grater happy to be out of the pantry, or just waiting for me to grate my fingers into the cheese?
I’d been looking for matching socks that the dryer hadn’t eaten, when I ventured under my daughter’s bed. Big. Mistake. Reaching into the darkness, I placed my hand on something that sent shivers racing down my spine. I withdrew as if I’d been bitten. I went in again and pulled it forth into the light. It was furry. Green-grey. Powdery … More It smells like cheese