Beloved thinks I'm trying to kill him

Because of various issues (in no way caused by me playing Dragon Age and losing track of time) I was rather rushed cooking tonight so I... improvised a little and we ended up with a bufet type thing


Beloved: These are gorgeous, what are they?

Sparky: feta cheese rolled in cumin & coriander seasoned flour then fried

Beloved: Yummy. And these?

Sparky: Camembert, rolled in garlic breadcrumbs and uh... fried.

Beloved: Seriously gorgeous. OK these...?

Sparky: Mozzarella, sprinkled with basil, wrapped in parma ham and... uh

Beloved: Fried?

Sparky: Yeah...

Beloved: Where is it?

Sparky: What?

Beloved: The life insurance policy? C'mon, no way you'd murder me before insuring me first!

Sparky: My fried cheese is not a murder weapon!

Beloved: no, you don't fool me. I'm eating SALAD. Tasty tasty salad. Look I'm nibbling a lettuce leaf. Hmm tasty

Sparky: *watches*

Beloved: TASTY... tasty.... tasty? C'mon some taste?

Sparky: Long life and clear arteries or fried cheese...

Beloved: hmmmmm... is a long life worth living without fried cheeesee? Such CHOICES! *despairs*

Sparky: You could have a long healthy life of lettuce!

Beloved: *regards salad bowl* oh, that's just depressing. Hey I have an idea! *puts cheesey things in the salad* HEALTHY SALAD!

Sparky: I think that doesn't count.

Beloved: It is salad. It is therefore healthy. This is the Rule. *noms*




It was supposed to be asparagus, parma ham & mozzarella lasagne bake thing with Spano-nowayIcanspell-kopta alongside. I blame Dragonage. Totally not my fault