But I digress... Saturday came around, and we were definitely in a lazy, half-dazed, weekend-nap kind of mood. We didn't end up leaving the house until 20 minutes before the class was supposed to start. I think Choi was caught up in a video game and I was napping. Thirty minutes in the car, and a traffic-nightmare Tulane graduation at the super-dome later... we didn't end up making it to the class.
I was pretty bummed, probably more than Choi even, as a lot of my reputation as a cool girlfriend is based on my ability to spoil someone on their birthday. (I really can't take credit for this. Anyone who knows my family - knows that an Allen Christmas, birthday, or other commemoration, MUST be blown into titanic proportions of celebratory fun. In fact, I would say, I am a much tamer version of my parents in this respect.)
So today, dinner rolls around. I'm hungry, bored and still riding on a residual wave of disappointment... I decided to rally. I told myself, 'Amy - You're from the internet generation. You don't need a class! The world is at your fingertips.' I googled a recipe for homemade pasta (surprisingly simple by the way) and went to work.
... Disaster.
Anyway - I managed to multiply my initial failure, and rack up two pasta-related disasters in one weekend. I guess some things (especially things dealing with doughs), still do require a little face-to-face explanation.
...Which somehow I find comforting.
2 comments:
Aw, pasta strikes again! Just this last week I ran across a picture of you holding tupperware brimming with too much spaghetti. I'm sorry about your pasta pixy sticks, but I love that you've still got the touch! How are you?
A sad, pasta pixy stick. I like that.
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