Last night, I prepared gnocchi with burnt sage butter; roast beetroot, orange and spinach salad; veal chops; and apple pie.
Husband: This – what d’you call it again?
Husband: Tastes a bit . . . stodgy. Bit like potato flavoured raw pastry.
Me: No, it doesn’t. It is light, fluffy and delicious, according to the recipe.
Husband: Is it a bit bland?
Husband: <more silence>
Me: Ok look, if you’re not going to eat your crispy sage, can I have it?
Husband: Oh, you’re supposed to EAT that?
Husband: Ah. Yeah, that tastes better.