Reggiano Parmesan

Tonight, while throwing together spaghetti and meatballs, Olivia was helping me cook. She was "washing" dishes, and splashing away in the sink. I was grating some Parmesan, and she stated grunting in the way that can only mean, "I want that." "Would you like some cheese?" "Shcheeeese?" I sliced her a bit and she grabbed it and quickly ate the whole chunk. She reached for the remainder of the wedge. Grunt, Grunt. I sliced her some more and she ate that, too. It's become obvious that her tastes are not limited -- except that she limits her taste for foods that cost more than $10 per pound. Next up, caviar.

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