F: That meat looks good, what are we having for supper?
F: How come you aren't boiling water for pasta?
Me: There will be no pasta.
F: How do you eat spaghetti without pasta?
Me: We're having it with squash.
F: That doesn't sound very good.
But, to the F's credit, he knows two things: that I am a good cook, and that he gets only one option for supper, so he must eat or starve.
On this night he chose to eat. I cooked the squash in the microwave and used a store-bought marinara to go with my meat and spinach (I added ample spices, of course, to my liking).
I think the F was shocked at both the texture of the dish (the squash being slightly crunchier than pasta) and how much he liked it. That being said, I think he'd still raise an eyebrow if (or when!) I make this again.
He might also raise an eyebrow if I brought these home:
Sergio Rossi via Barneys
But for an entirely different reason. Are those not the most stunning laser cutouts you've ever seen, peeps?
Excuse me while I wipe the drool up off of my desk.