Grilled chicken breast, spinach linguine served al dente, and peppercorn white sauce; coupled with a side salad of spring greens, roasted almonds, and a light raspberry vinaigrette.
"What do you think of supper?" I asked.
"Um. It is good," came the somewhat hesitant reply.
I could tell that my husband was holding something back.
"Seriously, what do you think? You can be honest. I won't be hurt," I lied.
I really was not expecting this negative review of my cooking.
"Well... I am a little confused as to why there is biscuit gravy on my noodles."
Stunned silence was quickly followed by a search of the internet for recipes.
The dude was right. White sauce
is, in fact, served as biscuit gravy
in the south.
We finished the meal amid a gastronomical haze of confusion and appreciation of yet another cultural difference.