Cheesy moment in the kitchen

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Returned home last night to find my 15-year-old son had found a novel use for my frying pan splatter guard. He was grating cheese with it!

While you may see the funny side of his lunacy, I see the mishap as a significant step forward in the slow development of his putty-like teenage brain.

He had recognised the flattened sieve-like guard as a kitchen implement. It was a Eureka moment.

Of course his attempt to grate cheese through the implausibly thin mesh failed miserably, but, hey, Rome wasn’t built in a day.

The splatter guard was a new addition to the Ord kitchen utensil armoury.

My only regret is that I wasn’t there to watch him try to figure out what the splatter guard was for.

I guess it was a bit like giving a monkey a George Clooney Nespresso coffee pod machine.

The buying of a splatter guard would normally be classed as the ‘champagne moment’ of my weekly supermarket shop.

When I deposited it at the self-service check-out, I was surprised it didn’t have the automated voice informing the world that there was an “unexpected item in the bagging area.”

What exactly constitutes an ‘unexpected item?’ A mandrill. An AK45. Edvard Munch’s the Scream?

In my case, the unexpected item that has the supermarket attendant rushing over to get to the bottom of this mystery invariably reveals something nondescript, like a vacuum-packed beetroot. Shouldn’t really be that unexpected given this is a supermarket.

Don’t get me wrong. I like supermarket shopping.

But clearly not as much as other folk.

At least that’s what I surmised after visiting the loos.

Why, I ask you, do they have a condom machine in the men’s supermarket toilets?

Surely nothing is less likely to put you ‘in the mood’ than a trip down the supermarket food aisles … or am I doing our local Morrisons deli counter team a disservice?