Seated today at the kitchen table is my good self and my partner for this luncheon, a connoisseur of the finer foods.
I'm having today an excellent vegetable stew from the night before menu and my sous chef has a choice of either pasta with spinach and herbs or a plain pasta. And, I mean plain!
My restaurateur goes for the, you guessed it! the plain pasta but decides it's appropriate to have lashings of shredded cheese positioned delicately on top as it is more appreciative to the palette to have a dairy product enter your mouth first.
It goes without question that having the two ingredients together just doesn't work as my food critic not happy with the presentation has decided to remove the penne from her dish and place them one by one outside of her plate onto the table, thereby just consuming the cheddar.
Myself, being very aware at everything going on at a lunch after almost all of the penne has been removed from her dish, politely and casually ask,
" Why are you doing that? "
My arbiter of taste replies, " Because, it is my choice !"
Now? How would you respond?
As, the logic presented to me from a two and a half year old did catch me by surprise...
Bon Appetite !
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I'm having today an excellent vegetable stew from the night before menu and my sous chef has a choice of either pasta with spinach and herbs or a plain pasta. And, I mean plain!
My restaurateur goes for the, you guessed it! the plain pasta but decides it's appropriate to have lashings of shredded cheese positioned delicately on top as it is more appreciative to the palette to have a dairy product enter your mouth first.
It goes without question that having the two ingredients together just doesn't work as my food critic not happy with the presentation has decided to remove the penne from her dish and place them one by one outside of her plate onto the table, thereby just consuming the cheddar.
Myself, being very aware at everything going on at a lunch after almost all of the penne has been removed from her dish, politely and casually ask,
" Why are you doing that? "
My arbiter of taste replies, " Because, it is my choice !"
Now? How would you respond?
As, the logic presented to me from a two and a half year old did catch me by surprise...
I, just kept eating.
Bon Appetite !

Seated today at the kitchen table is my good self and my partner for this luncheon, a connoisseur of the finer foods.