Sigh. Its a sad, sad evening at frugalmom's homestead tonight. I have lost a kitchen companion.
And its all of the other white cheese's fault. Also, known as Mr. Mozzarella. I had only just begun.
And then out of nowhere, a sound you dont want to hear in the kitchen, craaaaacckkk. And then silence....even tho I am pushing the button, nothing is moving or whirring as it should be.
I twist off the lid. Where the cheese just looks at me.
And I find these in the bowl.
They are supposed to be on here. In one piece.
Its the middle of dinner preparation, I say to the cheese. See? The sauce is behaving.
And I have the dish, whos waiting so very patiently, all ready to go.....
But now, I am forced to use the hand shredder. You can only imagine how thankful I am that I was just recently schooled on the proper way to shred cheese. Im confident that my cheese shredding mentor would be very proud of me. My pieces of cheese were remaining even and square as I was shredding and my form was near perfect.
Good thing, too. Because look at all this cheese I have left to go.
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