What is this?

love

love
Alfredo heaped with Meatballs, tucked away inside a ball the size of a chihuahua's head of Spaghetti
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-twirl the longness of spaghetti
smile dustily to the people,
for dinners
who crookedly care.

pictured here is love

rain

rain
Angel Hair uniquely woven into Spicy Three Meat Sauce, sensuously pumped chock-full of Italian Sausage
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there is the sweet shy pirouette
your angelhair
and then

your italian
sausage.

pictured here is rain

death

death
Penne merged with Spicy Three Meat Sauce
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if i believe
in death be sure
of this
it is

because i have tried this pasta

pictured here is death

Day 15

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I've been getting a lot of questions asked via inquiring fans - some of these questions have been asked with some frequency. Thus, the following:

**Frequently Asked Questions:**

Q: How did you get pasta pass? How do I get pasta pass?

A: The pasta pass was given out as a promotional item to the first 1,000 people to find the buried treasure (a single golden olive) of Horace Garden, founder of the Olive Garden empire. Since there was only one treasure, it was very easy to find after the first guy just left it sitting at the Home Depot.

Q: Why is every Pasta Pass holder a white guy in his mid thirties with a half-built shed in his back yard?

A: See above.

Q: On a scale of none to all, how much of the pasta?

A: [not dignified with response]

Q: Fat????

A: Maybe!!!

Q: Are you actually depressed, or is that just the pasta talking?

A: Can't it be both? But seriously, this is a known effect of long-term exposure to high levels of pasta. It is commonly referred to by any number of clever monikers; see today's pasta names for a partial list.

Lunch was Sadghetti.

Dinner was composed of three plates of pasta:

Mario's Malaise
Curse of Carbs
Linguennui

Keep those comments, tweets, and emails coming, people! I don't have time to respond to them all, but I read every single one~

A special thanks to my dining companion, Nick, who has been the shining beacon of every new week for three weeks running!

Sadghetti

Sadghetti
Spaghetti drizzled with Roasted Mushroom Alfredo
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Spaghetti is nearly impossible to say without a childlike smile crossing your face, which is what makes the nature of this dish's oppressive depressive so impressive. There's very few sauces that don't work with this noodle, but this one found a way to do it. And with no toppings to distract you, you can really focus on how much it doesn't work.

Pictured here is Sadghetti, the most morose morsel.

Mario's Malaise

Mario's Malaise
Angel Hair uniquely fused with Alfredo, balanced with Italian Sausage
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Named for its discoverer, Jonathan Malaise, this dish proves that great tastes can, indeed, taste bad together.

Pictured here is Mario's Malaise, not that it stopped me from eating it.

Curse of Carbs

Curse of Carbs
Italian Sausage nestled within a bottomless bowl of Cavatappi, drizzled with Roasted Mushroom Alfredo
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"May you live in Bavettine times" -Italian Curse

Pictured here is the Curse of Carbs - you may feel a slight 'bewitching' sensation.

Linguennui

Linguennui
Meat Sauce swathed in a deep well of Whole Wheat Linguine, replete with Shrimp Fritta
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I dunno, sometimes linguine just...doesn't...I mean...

eh...

Pictured here is Linguennui - it's not bad or anything, but why bother?

Day 14

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The journey of a thousand noodles begins with a single bowl, and I've now eaten roughly 286 of those noodles. Some observations from the past week:

-Still no appreciable change in weight, energy levels, or any other vague metric of 'health'
-Still cannot resist a breadstick placed within snatching distance
-Still cries at a good film
-Have had dreams in which I accidentally ate food from somewhere other than the Olive Garden and I had to induce vomiting to maintain the integrity of the challenge
-As of today, all 36 pasta+sauce combination has been tried. They were all delicious! You should try some. Why not go to the Olive Garden tomorrow? You could even go with me! I mean, if you don't have anything else going on, I'm just sayin', I'll be at Olive Garden. You don't, like, have to come or anything.

Please come. I'm so alone.

Lunch was Cannonball.

Dinner was composed of three plates of pasta:

Pier on an Orange Lake
"Healthy" Choice
Rime of the Ancient Marinara

Thus ends week two of seven. I've got a long way to go.

A special thanks to my dining companion, the blank stare of my own twisted reflection in a pool of five cheese marinara!

Cannonball

Cannonball
Meatballs drizzled with Five Cheese Marinara, tossed on a ball the size of a chihuahua's head of Angel Hair
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This pasta is, in a word, dense. Thin strands of angelhair weave themselves into a thick mesh, inexorably trapping the pure cheese goo of the Five Cheese Marinara sauce, along with the heavy meatballs. Though tasty, this dish will definitely impregnate you with a food-baby, and I will warn you up front that it will likely be a preemie.

Pictured here is Cannonball, in all its stick-to-your-ribs goodness.

Pier on an Orange Lake

Pier on an Orange Lake
Five Cheese Marinara blended with Spaghetti, joined with Chicken Fritta
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Sometimes coming up with titles for dishes is more fun than eating them. Perhaps it's not a coincidence that this is happening more and more as I get farther into the challenge.

Pictured here is Pier on an Orange Lake, the very picture of modern Romanticism.

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