I think I may have created a culinary monster in my 9 year-old.
I made stuffed shells the other night for dinner. I asked the kids if they wanted cheese on top. “Yes, please,” was their reply, so I sprinkled some Parmesan cheese on top. My son, who didn’t see the source of the cheese because it was not his turn to set the table, took 2 bites of his dinner, put his fork down on the plate, and asked, “Mom, you didn’t buy the cheap cheese did you? This doesn’t taste like the cheese from Italy.”
I wouldn’t consider the cheese in question expensive. But I also wouldn’t consider the cheese in question cheap. While it was pre-shredded, at least it was not in a can with a shaker top. The Italian deli wasn’t open, so I couldn’t get the real stuff. I didn’t think the kids would notice. Apparently, he did, and the middle-of-the-road cheese was deemed inferior according to my 9 year-old’s discerning palate. He pushed his plate aside and asked for a replacement without cheese on top. My daughter, who is a little less discriminating, happily ate all of hers and finished her brother’s inferior dish.
Goodness sakes, what have I done?