The first time my wife cooked for me while we were dating, she made what she called her favorite potato soup.
Odd choice, but I like potato soup, so whatevs.
There was something akin to a very small dumpling in it, and it felt like snot going down. I assume today that they hadn’t been fully cooked so it was raw dough.
I ate it, but I apparently didn’t hide it in my face very well.
We are married, she makes my potato soup recipe now, and I’ve never seen or heard from that first soup again.
We laugh today, but it was awkward at the time.