I decided I am hungry. In my house, if I'm hungry, I feed myself. No problem - usually. I'm a pretty good cook if I'm in the mood. Tonight I'm just hungry and spaghetti sounds good.
I already know I don't have 4 hours to make the sauce but I boil the pasta anyway. It's kinda plain. I toss the ketchup packets from McDonalds in. It still needs something. I remember that someone brought over a pizza from Pizza Hut a few years ago and I dig out the cheese packets. That helps a little, but...maybe a packet of Newman's Own Ranch dressing. Can't hurt! Sort of an 'Alfredo' effect.
I already know I don't have 4 hours to make the sauce but I boil the pasta anyway. It's kinda plain. I toss the ketchup packets from McDonalds in. It still needs something. I remember that someone brought over a pizza from Pizza Hut a few years ago and I dig out the cheese packets. That helps a little, but...maybe a packet of Newman's Own Ranch dressing. Can't hurt! Sort of an 'Alfredo' effect.
I remember that I pan-fried a pound of fresh, sweet cherry tomatoes in EVOO yesterday. I toss that in. They aren't as good as fire-seared, but it's raining. The spaghetti still needs something. I remember that Housie tossed the remnants of a sausage McMuffin in the fridge about a week ago. I found it and microwaved it for 60 seconds at 1100 watts. The cheese didn't melt. I diced it up and tossed out the back door. It'll probably be out there for a year.
I realize that I have cooked an impromptu epicurean delight and haven't eaten, but I'm no longer hungry. I settle for a Becks dark, a bowl of chocolate ice cream and three candy orange slices. Now I feel sort of funny. Maybe it's time for a shower and a little sleep.
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