Icarus
We're all looking for something more, something grander in our lives. Whether that's a more beautiful mate, a more lucrative career, or more cheese on our pasta, few humans are ever satisfied with what they have. Though it's important not to allow oneself to stagnate, remember that the only organism that grows endlessly is cancer.
Pictured here is Icarus, the pasta of ambition.
Brie House
This would make a great dinner, if you ate half of it. And it would make a great murder weapon, if you ate the other half of it.
Pictured here is Brie House, lettin' it all hang out.
A Queso The Mondays
The bane of underappreciated office drones everywhere.
Pictured here is A Queso The Mondays - uh oh!
Alan
That's right, Alan: I literally eat punks like you for lunch.
Pictured here is Alan, though fortunately no pasta can really look quite like him.
Matt
Hey Matt, you've been eating on Olive Garden's dime for 45 days now. Maybe lighten up on them a little, eh?
Pictured here is Matt, the most ungrateful pasta.
Hagana
Props to Hagana for at least registering a domain name, which is more than the rest of these chumps did.
Pictured here is Hagana, which I'll grant is a sweet-ass name for a pasta or a person.
Vino
It goes without saying that this is the superior dining option.
Pictured here is Vino, as delicious as it is handsome.
Day 45
Snow swirls around Nick and me as we wait outside for our table to be prepared. He stands patiently in front of the glowing Olive Garden sign, and with some hesitation, tells me that I have been acting strangely. He would know as well as anyone, I guess - he's been with me since day one. I ask him to clarify, and take another few pictures.
"I don't know. It just seems like you've changed."
"Are you telling me I got fat?"
"Well, not just that. You're different."
I don't press him further. We all knew how it would end from the moment I first told the family that I was going to eat all the pasta. Still, it's strange to think it's already happening.
Lunch was Spring.
Dinner was composed of three plates of pasta:
Four days left. Then what?
A special thanks to my dining companion, Nick!
Spring
A new beginning
Penne, Sausage, and Meat Sauce
Food springs eternal.
Pictured here is Spring
Do you see all the fresh herbs?
...not quite a veggie.
Summer
The sun on a hill
A radiant flow, pure meat
I want dat beefball.
Pictured here, Summer
Which seems so far away now
Was it ever real?
Autumn
To be born, to die
As all living things must do
Continuously
Autumn, pictured here,
A season that reminds us
of the Important.