
"what a gift we have in cheeses"
I dug into a cellophane sack of debris from my fave food-depot, and saw a handful of hard cheese rinds (smells like parmigiano but there’s no blue Reggiano tattoos) with at least five mm of perfectly good cheese left.
Back at home the big question becomes: do I still have that cool kitchen gadget, the Mouli grater? For pack rats, retrieval is always an issue.
One kitchen drawer is full of seldom-used (=never) “conveniences” : garlic tube made of latex! Horn–handled meat forks! Ditto fondue! Abalone shell spoons! An entanglement of riches.
Still, I’d have grated my knuckles bloody rather than throw out that precious cheese..but the Mouli surfaced within seconds of prying the three plastic funnels out from behind the drawer.
Blew out the resident spider, and popped a rind into the carousel (I just made that name for the rotating barrel with the grating holes in it) and with a VERY satisfying turn or two I had a small pile of downy cheese-dandruff mounded on the cutting board.
The pic barely shows it but I didNOT throw out the extremely thin chips of rind: those go in soup stock, don’t you know?
My contribution to the body of work known as Oops Cuisine has been published in Edinburgh. A book entitled the How Not To Cookbook is available 



With the freezer crammed and nothing good in the 

