When someone goes to the trouble to prepare--
I didn't say it was bad. It tastes ok. It's good.
When someone goes to the--
I said it was good! I didn't mean--
You don't say, "It looks strange," or--
I didn't say strange! I said weird. Jeez, you are so--
It's really rude to--
Everybody knows by now that I didn't mean anything negative!
Interrupting people when they--
It's only because I know what you're going to say!
For the record, this sauce really was greater than the sum of its parts. I was using up stuff I found in the far recesses of the fridge when I returned home from grocery shopping. It was a very cheesy (baby swiss, parmesan, and neufchatel) cream sauce with the salvageable parts of an onion and two peppers, some basil, garlic, and about six ounces of freezer-tinged shrimp. They had it over linguine, I had it on mixed greens. My only part in the above dialogue was to silently set a plate of this in front of my son, a.k.a. Prince Charming.