with a little more love for the kitchen
So last night, I cooked what can only be called an actual meal. By this I mean something that is not:
1. Fast Food
2. PB&J
3. Pizza
4. Soup
5. Anything that closely resembles any of the above.
It was, in fact, spaghetti. I know what some of you are say. You are saying “Big Deal. I have been making speghetti since I was two in portions big enough to feed a small to medium sized army battalion.” Good for you. I am somewhat new to the idea of cooking something good enough to save for leftovers. It should be also noted that since more than 12 hours have passed since my consumtion of this meal without any obvious ailments, it is probably safe to say that it wasn’t deadly. This is a good thing.