Last night I got a call from my mother inviting us over for supper. It was a last minute decision and since I had already started preparing our supper, mum suggested I just bring it over to cook there. MISTAKE #1.
It was my time to finally show the family I could actually cook something edible. I brought over my pizza dough which had been made lovingly from scratch and placed carefully in a warm place to rise for just over an hour at my place. While the dough was rising, I had already cut my toppings to perfection.
After piling up the car with the kids and husband and all my necessary ingredients for the perfect pizza
I wondered if I should take my cheese. I don’t use any special mozzarella – just old cheddar (WE’RE ON A BUDGET OK?) Nah, I figured mum would have some at her place. MISTAKE #2.
So there I was at Mum’s, getting the pizzas ready and mum brings out her cheese.
“Mum, I think this has gone bad!”
“Oh no, it smells fine!”
“No, Mum this isn’t like any cheese I’ve ever smelt.”
My sister (DSAH) has a whiff too.
After much discussion and passing around the cheese and sniffing, it was decided that it was probably smelling different because it was a different brand. MISTAKE #3
It all became apparent once the pizzas were in the oven. My father, one with a nose even the truffle-sniffing pigs would envy asked, “Are you cooking with parmesan?” I knew we were in trouble then…..
My brother started gagging and my sister ran upstairs to escape the smell.
It was a disaster.
Moral of the story: ALWAYS CARRY YOUR OWN CHEESE.
