Prepoceros

I know you’ll make fun of me for this, but y’all, I ruined pasta. I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow I managed to screw it up.

I say “somehow,” but really I just got distracted and ended up playing piano for three quarters of an hour, that’s how. When I got back to the stove the pot was a frothy, gooey mess. The penne had swelled up to at least twice their normal cooked size, and it smelled horrible.

I’d always thought overcooked pasta was inedible because of its mushy texture, but I discovered tonight that this is not true. Overcooked pasta is inedible because it tastes like ass. I don’t know what sort of chemical reaction between pasta, water, and heat could change the taste so much, but good lord it was awful.

I drowned what I could scrape from the pot in tomato sauce and forced half of it down anyway because, you know, starving kids in Africa, but after a while I couldn’t take it anymore and had to wash the rest down the sink. Hardly had to run the garbage disposal either—the goo slid right down the drain.

It’s not that I’m completely inept, I swear; I’ve cooked pasta a hundred times before without incident. I’m only a bit absent-minded sometimes is all.

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