Pasta Skills
June 1, 2008
Somebody got herself a pasta machine for an AMAZINGLY good deal today! It is totally feature-rific and was a complete and total steal! We're talking two widths of noodles in addition to sheets and a tool for crinkle cutting circles and squares. I can't wait to start making ravioli and angel hair and big gorgeous lasagna sheets. I'm telling ya, Dave better learn soon how to start eating like a normal person because I already have sweet bread and cake baking skills and now pasta skills are on their way. I can't very well let all my awesome skills go to waste now, can I?
When I say 'Eat like a normal person' I mean I called him at 5pm and he told me he was just about to grab ' a little lunch.' I said, 'Lunch? It's 5pm.' Then he said that he meant dinner, which is a lie because I know very well that at 10pm tonight he will be going out to eat. I know this because every time I go visit, breakfast out with friends doesn't happen until 2pm sometimes, lunch is usually 4pm and dinner is almost always after 9. I am usually found half-dead on the floor somewhere trying to gnaw through my arm. I seriously need to eat every 4 hours or I shrivel up and die and D frequently 'forgets' to eat all together. Unless it's a loaf of bread. Bread does not stand a chance against the Davebot. Or chocolate cake. I finally learned my lesson to not to split dessert with him if I actually want to get to eat any of it myself. Men are weird.
Anyways, Cori and I are attempting the NaBloPoMo thing again this month. The theme is 'Home' which I think should be interesting as we're both home-makey type of girls. Too bad 90% of my home is stuffed into a cardboard box right now, because I have so many shiny neat things to share!
When I say 'Eat like a normal person' I mean I called him at 5pm and he told me he was just about to grab ' a little lunch.' I said, 'Lunch? It's 5pm.' Then he said that he meant dinner, which is a lie because I know very well that at 10pm tonight he will be going out to eat. I know this because every time I go visit, breakfast out with friends doesn't happen until 2pm sometimes, lunch is usually 4pm and dinner is almost always after 9. I am usually found half-dead on the floor somewhere trying to gnaw through my arm. I seriously need to eat every 4 hours or I shrivel up and die and D frequently 'forgets' to eat all together. Unless it's a loaf of bread. Bread does not stand a chance against the Davebot. Or chocolate cake. I finally learned my lesson to not to split dessert with him if I actually want to get to eat any of it myself. Men are weird.
Anyways, Cori and I are attempting the NaBloPoMo thing again this month. The theme is 'Home' which I think should be interesting as we're both home-makey type of girls. Too bad 90% of my home is stuffed into a cardboard box right now, because I have so many shiny neat things to share!
