Recently, I got inspired to change up our morning
fretta by adding a Greek twist - spinach, ricotta, and parmesan cheese:
Doesn't look so bad, I don't think. And it was tasty, although I didn't add eggs or grated cheese to the ricotta so it lacked body and consequently made for a soupy dish.
Then something happened that had never happened before.
Hoss said he didn't like it and didn't want it again.
In almost ten years, he's never spoken those words. Ever. He eats whatever I put in front of him. I mean, we're serious foodies - we try new foods, new spices, new techniques, we seek out new restaurants and holes in the wall dives, we speculate and identify and recreate and tweak new dishes, we love food and everything related to it. He even eats burned toast, for cryin' out loud.
Evidently, however, he does not appreciate soupy ricotta in his eggs.
From now on, this will be my go-to dish when I'm mad at him.
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