OnlyOneCOLOR2Never send a cock to do a chick’s job.

 

The other night, the FC brought home the wrong pasta from the grocery store and I was furious. I’d asked for spaghetti, not spaghetinni!

 

Annoyed by the mistake and too tired and stubborn to go back out to the store and exchange it, I griped and I groaned. The FC was confused. He wondered why I couldn’t just make due with this pasta. Was it really so bad?

 

Of course when I finally made up the pasta it tasted just fine, better than fine. The texture of the extra fine pasta was just what I craved.

 

Like in love, sometimes mistakes can lead to discoveries, as long as you keep an open mind. (But I still think we need to go back to calling spaghettini “vermicelli” to avoid future mishaps.)

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