Day 44
Angelhair pasta is the most challenging pasta in the oeuvre of the Neverending Pasta Bowl. It breaks easily, it doesn't hold sauce well, and it's more dense than a Gawker writer on Jupiter. Eating a bowl of an angelhair is akin to consuming a loaf of wet white bread.
So you can understand why I wanted to get them out of the way. Eating three in a row was probably a bad idea, but now I can go the rest of my life without ever touching this black hole of carbs again.
Lunch was skipped.
Dinner was composed of three plates of pasta:
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A special thanks to my dining companion, the three pounds of pasta stubbornly resisting my futile attempts at digestion!