Who Grated My Cheese?

Wiff and I just got back a week upstate [New York]. We rented a cabin and got snowed in and loved every minute of it.

We called it Think Week, named after the week Bill Gates takes to read and, get this, think. As the name would suggest, we read and thought…for a few hours, and then Wine happened, and then we gorged on carbs and watched Psych reruns. It wasn’t exactly what we’d envisioned, but you sometimes you just have to go with the flow. Because the flow tasted amazing.

We always pack our own food when we head out on trips like this. Partially because, as much as I love visiting little hole-in-the-wall restaurants, I prefer my cooking to theirs. But also because I like not having to leave the cabin once we arrive.

But when Wiff told me she brought grated Parmigiano-Reggiano instead of a wedge of Parm-Reg, I almost lost it. I’m a wedge-of-Parm guy all the way. How dare she ruin our entire week by buying pre-grated Parm, even if it was the only Parm the store had? Pre-grated stuff is dry! It crumbles instead of flakes! AND I NEED FLAKES.

But, just as I was about to end the Fun Train and turn into Sulkmaster Supreme, I decided to tough it out.

And you know what?

Our pasta alfredo came out fine. Better than fine.

And certainly better than most restaurant food.

Gun to my head, I don’t think I would have noticed a difference had I not audibly fussed about it before.

So the next time someone does something slightly different than the way I’d do it, I hope I can remember to shut up, relax, and keep having a good time.