It simmered all day, enhancing the flavors.
My boyfriend, now husband, came home from the fire station. There was wine. There were candles. There was pasta. He took a bite. Got a funny look on his face. Tried another. Took a sip of wine. And....
Him: You know honey there is a funny aftertaste.
Me (quite insulted): What do you mean a funny aftertaste? I spent all day on this meal!
Him (bashfully--we were not dating that long): No, it's "fine".
I took a bite, yup. It had a weird taste. But there was no way in hell I was going to admit it. A couple of more bites and then....
Him (astounded): Is this a potato? Wait, is this a piece of meat?
It seems that I may have defrosted the beef stew and used it as my starter. It was some time before either of us trusted my sauce again.
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