Recipe 5 (sort of): Somethin' Ain't Right

My mom and dad have a neighbor & friend named Tim. He hangs out with my dad pretty much every afternoon and he's hilarious! He likes to bake every now and then, and one time baked a cake but it didn't turn out how he'd expected. He had his wife, Karen, taste it...and her response was "Somethin' Ain't Right" and she had him take it over to my mom and dad for confirmation. He'd forgotten an ingredient - I can't remember what it was now - but today, I also experienced the "Somethin' Ain't Right" concept.

I decided to stop at the store on the way home from work so I could make Fusilli alla Caprese. It's basically a Caprese salad (fresh mozzarella, tomato and basil) on pasta instead of a salad. I figured, it only has a few ingredients, and will have big chunks of cheese in it. Sounds good, right?

I opened the container of tiny mozzarella balls and was so excited to throw one of them in my mouth.
Usually, you get that sort of fresh creaminess that mozzarella has. Well, I popped one (or maybe two) in my mouth and all I could say was "Somethin' Ain't Right" whilst spitting it promptly into the sink. It wasn't quite rotten or anything, but it was just sour...a tiny bit rancid maybe? I couldn't quite put my finger on it, I just know it wasn't right.

So, I continued to make the rest of the pasta and sauce figuring it doesn't really need the cheese (did I just say that? Because really, everything needs a little cheese).
I had some shredded mozzarella and just put that on. It was actually pretty tasty, even without the fresh mozzarella. I'll have to make it again (the right way), so I don't feel like I accomplished anything tonight. Except maybe that I ate rancid cheese. Does that mean I can stay home from work tomorrow?