Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
That's Philosopher's Stone, you inbred American muggle.
Pictured here is Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone - it takes a great deal of courage to eat pasta, but a great deal more to photograph it in public.
Fettuccine and an Entire Sausage
Why do I keep doing this to myself?
Pictured here is Fettuccine and an Entire Sausage. Hopefully this joke doesn't get old before my leftovers do.
Day 31
Spaghetti. Angelhair. Fettuccine. Penne. Cavatappi. Linguine.
Spaghetti,
Angelhair.
Fettucine?
Penne!
Cavatappi~
Linguine...
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Lunch was I.
Dinner was composed of three plates of pasta:
Spaghetti. Angelhair. Fettuccine. Penne. Cavatappi. Linguine.
A special thanks to my dining companion, these blind men who grope through the world and see nothing!
I
here is a spicy meat sauce that covers a fettuccine and there is no topping, at all
pictured here is I
II
III
food is not supposed to be orange
pictured here is III
Day 30
One month of nothing but pasta, and now I can see colors that defy description. Beautiful antivermillion and ultrayellow auras dance around the wait staff, colors that are so obvious and brilliant that I can't believe that only I see them.
Occasionally, I catch glimpses of pastas from long ago in the past; even now, Mussolini's final bowl of farfalle hovers before me. But that's not all. I can see pasta from the distant future. A cruel dictatorship that crushes the public under its iron boot, where the only meal is an unsauced elbow macaroni dish, served cold and butterless. This is only one possible future, but it will happen unless the whispers of the ancient Keepers of the Sacred Noodle are true, and the prophecy can be fulfilled.
Lunch was Walden.
Dinner was composed of three plates of pasta:
Only I can save us.
A special thanks to my dining companion, Conch'igle, High Priest of the Sacred Noodle!
Walden
I can't explain how this photo turned out the way it did. Five cheeses, and all of them grey-orange. Very depressing. Tasted good though.
Pictured here is Walden - #nofilter.
Nature
Behold the raw power and fury of Nature! The tide of spicy three-meat cresting over a sandbar of italian sausage! Majestic, really.
Pictured here is Nature - a vertiable volcano of volatility!
Self-Reliance
In a world where toppings are scarce, garnishes a rarity, and orders are misheard, one cannot rely on the good intentions of others for long. This dish teaches one that when the going gets tough, the tough get going - to a hearty bowl of pasta!
Pictured here is Self-Reliance, and I can attest that eating this will build character.
Experience
Some say you can replace experience with education, but this as patently untrue as saying you can replace roasted mushroom sauce with plain alfredo. The intangible bits of knowledge that can only be gleaned through personal trial are analogous to whole chunks of mushroom and crunchy breadcrumb toppings.
Pictured here is Experience - and good luck getting it without a job, or a job without it.