I kept Romano, my boyfriend, out of the kitchen while I cooked dinner for a change. Gowing up, I had a single favorite meal aside from pastas, and my mom gave me the recipe. There was one ingredient in the meal that would force my hand to feed my boyfriend blind folded for him to even try it. He always throws out the potatoes I buy, saying they're not good food to stock up on. I'm hopeing this dinner will change his mind.

"Is it done yet?!" Romano yelled impaciently. "I'm starving! I don't care what you say, I'm coming in there any way!"

"NO!" I shouted as I blocked the door. "No, no, no, no, no, no! It's almost done. I'll come and get you when I get it on the table and you put on your blind fold, okay Roma?"

I heard him sigh. "Fine! I still don't get why I need the stupid blind fold!"

"It's so you would actually try it." I stated through the door.

Soon, the meal was done and the table was set. I made both our plates and set them on the table. I smiled at my minor acomplishment of cooking without burning the house down. "Okay Romano!" I called. "You have the blind fold and nose plug on?" I asked, leaving the kitchen.

"I feel rediculous!" he exclaimed in the funny voice he gets when his nose is pluged. "Why does my nose have to be pluged?" he asked.

"I heard rumors that you can smell seporate ingredients in the foods." I stated. "Better safe than sorry." I guided him to the kitchen table and sat him down. "Now, I want you to be completely honest. What do you think about this?" I asked as I fed his a bite of the food on the plate.

He was quiet for a while before he tried to take off the blind fold. I smacked his hand before it even made it to his face. "...Well Romano? How's my cooking?"

"Can I at least take off the nose plug?" he asked. "I sound rediculous."

I sighed. "Yes, now that you tasted it, and you have a set opinion of it, you can take off the nose plug." One of his hands came up and removed the plug. Appearantly, the smells in the kitchen never bothered him. "Well? How is it?"

"It's acctually pretty good." he stated. "What was that? It didn't taste like pasta or pizza."

I sighed. "You know, it's an old family recipe, some hamburger meat, onions, flower torrtillas, diced tomatoes, and a big can of potato soup."

Romano choked on whatever he had in his mouth, ripping off the blind fold and glaring at the taco on his plate with a bite missing from it. "You...you tried to POISON ME?!"

"No, not at all!" I defended. "I just wanted to show you that, in some recipies, potatoes can be good, even to you. Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't like what you just ate."

He calmed as he eyed the taco once again. "...How do you eat this thing anyway?" I showed him one of many ways to eat a taco, and he finished it off.

"That was possibly almost as good as pizza." he smiled after he finished eating. "Grazie raggazza."

I smiled right back. "Any time."