a peek inside the fishbowl

Sarah was giving me guff about lunch today.

“What about a salami sandwich?” I offered. “And… what if I cut the crusts off?”

Clearly I was feeling a little desperate from the get-go. The answer was a resounding no.

Out of desperation, I buttered some stone wheat crackers and speared alternating bits of salami, apple and cheese on a couple of toothpicks. Aha! It suddenly gained kid appeal!

It worked like a charm, especially since the cheese was the “new cheese” Sarah picked out at Farm Boy. I don’t know when it started, but Sarah’s been picking out a different kind of cheese there ever since I can remember. I keep it to a small slab and steer her away from the stinkier ones, but we’ve had good luck with everything she’s chosen so far. This one was a hard cheese called Fontina Val D’Aosta, and I was a little surprised she picked it, what with its dirty-looking rind. It tasted pretty good and we both liked it.

Next time I might serve it with a Chardonnay.