I should have known it when I bought that blasted box cheese grater. I didn’t even want a box grater, I wanted one of those rasp graters but they didn’t have them sitting next to the box graters and the Sur La Table employee wasn’t being very helpful and I was tired and cranky and just wanted something to grate cheese, at home, where I wished I was. (I have never made a purchase I have not later regretted in this emotional state.) No, it took a while before I brought home my first hard cheese, Parmigiano-Reggiano, that I knew without a doubt that I was going to grate my hand. And I did. Not badly, but that box grater is going to be violently expelled to the curb, grumble grumble ouch.