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Pasta so FRESH it hurts.
I thought I had been living. I thought my life had meaning . . . and purpose. I thought my days were being lived and experienced to their fullest, rich with love, happiness and beauty.
WHAT A FOOL I HAD BEEN.
It all happened only a short few days ago. I was making dinner. I had decided it was a pasta night (which is like every night but shhh). So I grabbed a few delish staples and fresh ingredients I had on hand to get her going.
But….but. Instead of my normal go-to dried pasta, this time I took the road less traveled. F-r-e-s-h. Not like I MADE IT. Please, I had Laverne & Shirley reruns to watch. But I had bought some! And I know you're probably thinking to yourself, "is this chick for real? She's just now buying fresh pasta? Really? And which Laverne & Shirley episode did she watch?"
So here we are. Dinner was done. (Which took like 2 flashes) And I sit down to a bowl bigger than a pregnant rhinoceros. And I couldn't stop. It was like my mouth was a WELL-OILED MACHINE. I kept saying, "I could eat like this everyday! Really, this could be my meal every single day all day until Kingdom come and pigs fly home and cows talk and all that!" And then I realized I was alone and making zero sense.
There's a slight chance that when my husband got home there was but a lonely single strand of fettucini and half a cherry tomato left in the skillet.
I'm totally kidding!
There were 2 strands left.
Don't wait another NANOSECOND. Get fresh with it like your soul doth beggeth.