Ah, the simple pleasure of the grater; I myself can describe it with one word: nacho. I know that right now you must be thinking, "Is this a joke?" but I assure you I am completely devoid of humour, and therefore kid you not. I believe that nachos are among the greatest culinary inventions of our time, sitting right there next to the rainbow rolls and the fried goat cheese. My love is such that I have begun to write an ode to that cheesy mountain in the sky, where on top lies our grater. I cannot, however, begin without the grater prayer:
