So tonight I made a mushroom ravioli with a sage and brown butter sauce. It was subtle.. and I have determined that I’m not a huge fan of sage and brown butter sauce.
Tonight the story isn’t really about the pasta, though rather tasty, but the conversation that ensued upon eating. So here’s a loose transcript of the conversation.
Roy (boyfriend): This could use a little gorgonzola.
Me: No. If we added gorgonzola it would overpower the sauce.
Roy: Still needs gorgonzola.
Me: If I add gorgonzola then this becomes another dish.
Roy: No. Just a little bit.
Me: No. I’m telling you..
Roy: Ok.. fine, but can we at least agree that gorgonzola is the Michael Jordan of cheeses?
Me: *pause a moment for consideration* Yes.
This then broke down into a really condescening explanation about how Scotty Pippen is like butter, and Tony Kukoc is like sage.. but that the dish needed a star… (like MJ)
I probably should have put some red pepper flakes in the oil. A little more lemon squeezed over top. Overall it was good, but not great. Apparently just like Scottie Pippen.