… when I bought the world’s smallest cheese grater

June 17, 2010

…was the white Marc Jacob’s ‘Vote’ tee-shirt that Donna gave me, seer-sucker shorts with silver buttons across the yoke and a pair of old Ravel flip-flips that were still quite smart if you didn’t look too closely at the insoles.  I found the grater at a garden centre in one of those fenland villages near Cambridge.  The place was enormous: a main building the size of a factory, sheds and greenhouses, a cafe and a lumberyard out back.  There was even a walk-in aquarium, three walls of water behind glass.

I was looking to buy a pot of ivy and a couple of lettuce plants.  We have a small courtyard garden and I had this idea that if I could get that space in order, the rest of my life would follow suit.  Because things were not good: work problems, ill friends, a pervasive homesickness that was like a low-level flu. Things needed to change.

I was full of resolve, but as soon as I walked into the garden centre, I wanted to turn around and leave.  It was like a scene from a bad sci-fi movie: thousands of dripping plants and sinister looking ground cover and a bewildering assortment of pots and planters, fountains and trellises, and strange quilted items to wear or kneel on.  Even the ivy section was complicated: big leaves, little leaves, yellow stripes, silver edges.  I stood there clutching my basket, feeling dizzy and stupid and then I saw the world’s smallest cheese grater, a four-sided object with a miniscule handle.

Of course, it probably wasn’t the world’s smallest; somewhere, someone has bothered to carve a grater on the head of a pin.  This was more doll-sized than anything else, a nice fit in the palm of my hand, and holding it made me feel capable and big: a decisive giant.  I put down the basket and dragged one of those monster trolleys over to the ivies.  Three pots went in, along with a clematis and two boxes of rocket.  I found an aluminium planter that looked like an Anish Kapoor sculpture and a length of garden hose in an aggressive shade of yellow.  A local girl was working the cash register.  She was wearing a blue uniform with white trim on the pocket, like a nurse in a Carry-on comedy.  She ignored me, but when the grater rolled past, she came alive.   ‘O, that’s so cute,’ she said.   ‘Isn’t it?’ I said.  We stood there admiring it, holding up the line and I was reminded of the year I lived in San Francisco.  There, perfectly reasonable people – engineers and schoolteachers – talked about the benefits of pyramid power, about hanging one over the bed to absorb its energy at night.  I had thought they were jerks, but here I was, potting soil on my shirt, communing over a cheese grater.

I showed it to my daughter when I got home.  She said, ‘Yeah?’ and went up to her room.


4 Responses to “… when I bought the world’s smallest cheese grater”

  1. yasmina keynes Says:

    no time for proper comment but much enjoyed the story of the NUTMEG grater!! I drop one in the spinach soup every time I make it! More later xx

  2. sonia leach Says:

    Yeah, I think it was a NUTMEG tool. But there is a lot of sadness in this posting. let’s do something nice together like go for a picnic soon.

  3. Linda Fairbrother Says:

    I have one too – in fact I have two! One is the four sided sort, and the other is even tinier (and tinnier) because it’s just a minute little sheet that bends under the pressure of a hulking great nutmeg pressing down on it. Much skin has been added to rice puddings as a result (I don’t tell my vegetarian diners…)
    I love the drawings – didn’t realise you were so talented as a cartoonist.

  4. Joshua Says:

    Weird interests and strange enthusiasms . . . should be made a compulsory part of the school curriculum, [with a balancing quotient of Science]

    ‘Yeah whatever’ should be a punishable offence, with a minimum sentence of watching Fawlty Towers, Monty Pythons, I’m sorry I’ll read that again, Beyond the Fringe, the Policeman’s Ball, Pete and Dud . . . so guess which weird interst I have !

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