daring to stir the pasta

Many moons ago, during one of those “off” periods of mine and my husband’s decade and a half love affair:), I dated a nice guy we’ll call Rico. He was so not a Rico, but he said that if I was going to write about this, he wanted to be called Rico. And I am all about keeping people happy. So I can blog about them. :)

Rico lived several hours away and I went up once to visit him over a long weekend. Somehow I got the crazy notion to make him dinner, even though I had made dinner for a man exactly zero times before. I made spaghetti, by which I mean I boiled pasta and warmed-up a jar of Prego. I am “cooking”, we are chatting , everything seems to be fine, but the night takes a turn and it becomes really clear that he is very irritated with me. After begging him to tell me what’s up he finally admits that he is irritated that I “stirred the pasta”. He felt that pasta really should be left alone to cook in a pot without any stirring.

I dared to stir the pasta. I am a pasta-stirrer.

You know why I stir the pasta? Because I think if you are just sitting there, talking in the kitchen, you may as well do what you can to help along the process. :)

So, we broke up....you know, because I stirred the pasta:), but it all worked out: He went on to marry a beautiful woman that has the patience of a saint, and either doesn’t stir the pasta or has enough wonderful qualities to make up for the fact that she does:), and I married the love of my life who has no time to worry about the fact that I stir the pasta because he is busy worrying about me painting linoleum flooring, getting a pet pig, or deciding randomly on Saturday night to get my nose pierced. Which brings me to……….

I got my nose pierced. :)

I think I briefly mention it on here, but never gave it near the attention it deserves. Because paying someone to shove a needle through your nasal cavity just so you can have a little extra sparkle is befitting of its own blog post. (Much like someone breaking up with you because you stirred the spaghetti.:) And I love it—it’s what’s been missing. I think it really brings home this unstable yet exciting look that I am trying to convey, without having to cook or paint or buy a pig. :)

There is a perfectly good reason why I am holding a To Do list, but we’ll save that for another post.;)

I think the perfect send-off to this post would be if I shared my spaghetti recipe with you here. And I would, but it’s really complicated and I just don’t think that many of you blog readers would be able to pull it off. You have to warm-up the Prego just right. And the spoon used to stir the pasta is really specific.:) So, instead, I share this recipe for Pumpkin Chocolate Chip cookies. There is no pasta stirring involved and if you happen to eat the entire batch in just two sittings, feel free to email me to tell me about it so I don’t have to feel so bad about doing that myself.

Happy Monday. :)