It's Me, Sara Louise

true story.

I heart gorgonzola, I heart it hard (p.s I love Italian wine too… don’t tell Le Villagers that). And last Friday, while doing some grocery shopping with The Husband, I came across a scrumptious hunk of gorgonzola. I picked it up, looked at The Husband and declared,”I have the most perfect recipe to use this in!” He smiled at me like he always does when I make these grand culinary announcements and we continued along.

On our way home, I chattered all about the pasta I would make with the scrumptious gorgonzola, the very simple, yet very delicious pasta… linguine, spinach, gorgonzola, olive oil, and lemon (see, it really is that simple). I was quite pleased with myself and The Husband smiled at me some more.

The next day, I busied myself making the pasta for lunch. So happy that it was quick and I wouldn’t be working away forever and I could return to my very important pinning and the Gilmore Girls episode I had waiting for me (I have recently started watching Gilmore Girls from the beginning… I have no idea what made me do this but now I can’t stop even though Lorelai Gilmore just might be the most annoying television character of all time).

Lunchtime rolled around and we sat down to eat. Me smiling because I was so very chuffed with myself and my scrumptious gorgonzola pasta, The Husband smiling because he was about to eat (it doesn’t take much… it really doesn’t). But then The Husband took a bite and he wasn’t smiling anymore. He actually made a yuck face (the only other time I’ve ever seen The Husband make a yuck face was the pulled pork sandwich debacle of 2011).

“What’s wrong?” I asked, “Don’t you like it?“

“I don’t like gorgonzola.“

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P.S. My buddy Aidan is giving away a French cookbook over on her blog. I think you should go check it out here, and enter too. French cookbooks are swish.