"No matter how quietly I tried to replace the spoon and glass top of the container of freshly grated Parmesan cheese on Nonna's dining table, one or the other always clinked. If I was lucky, the animated conversations in the living room masked the clink and no adult voice called out to inquire who might be in the dining room tasting the cheese. My earliest memories of irresistible temptation invoked the pursuit of Parmesan, soft and nutty, sitting like a sacrament in its sacred vessel on the linen cloth."