I was looking forward to the spag bol Himself was cooking for dinner. He had worked from home so I asked him to cook up his second best dish (best dish being his amazing lasagne). He had a kilo of Chianina beef mince plus porcini mushrooms and anything else delicious he could find…
It was a labour of love, sweated over for hours, simmered down with wine and herbs. When Himself picked me up from the station he said that he wasn’t happy with the spag bol, it ‘tasted funny’. What do you mean funny? I asked. Well, funny, you’ll have to try it. He had asked the Wee Girl to get some herbs from the garden and I thought maybe she’d given him some marjoram which can have quite a strong flavour.
I duly tasted the sauce when I got home but it tasted fine to me and I said so. No, it tastes funny. Okay Wee Girl, show me what herbs you put in. So she takes me out to the garden and points them all out. Hmmm I say… You’ve picked potato leaves – they’re toxic don’t you know? Part of the Nightshade family . . . . .
Oh the remorse, the shame! The Wee Girl had tried to poison the family… Himself was very upset that all his hard work was ruined and immediately started feeling the symptoms of Solanine poisoning. I suggested that perhaps we go out for Chinese and forget the bol…
While Himself was getting dressed I dropped a call to the poisons information centre where they assured me that a couple of leaves in a whole dish of spaghetti bolognaise should be fine but the family remained adamant they would not consume the poisoned brew… besides… it tastes funny Himself reminded me.
I woke up this morning to a whole pan of spag bol in the bin. It was a shame, I was so looking forward to it…
