Like an unprovoked kick to the nuts or texting while crossing the street — BOOM! I didn’t see that coming.
A suspected allergic reaction to Parmesan Cheese.
Say what now? He’s never been allergic to anything his entire life!…(Til now).
I sprinkled my pasta with the majestic tastiness of the jewel in the bolognaise crown. Indy sat beside me at the table and after a couple minutes, complained of itchy lips. The kind of itch that forced him to rub his shirt collar along it like a woodsman sawing timber at the Lumberjack Olympics. He asked what it was I’d sprinkled on and regaled him of the zesty glory that is, Parmesan Cheese.
He asked if he could try some. My eyebrow raised aloft. Torn between interest that he wanted to experience a taste explosion of immeasurable joy, and dread that it would be one less mouthful for my own tastebud pleasure. But hey, how can I resist those eyes. He tried some and I nodded slowly in anticipated delight, “So, what do you reckon?”
Doesn’t taste like anything.
Gaaagh! I reached for the metaphoric dagger plunged deep into my heart. I thought you were my son? Anyhow, 15 minutes later… (more…)
THEN YOU SAID…