Rotini

We made pasta sauce yesterday. Since we have only two people in our house, we made, from scratch, enough sauce to last a month. Makes sense, right? No? Oh well it’s because we have no sense of portion control, and this way we use the whole onion.

So now for mealtime, I just have to cook some  pasta, heat up the sauce, and mix the two.

So I’m eating my rotini with homemade delicious spaghetti sauce, and the magical hole that sometimes forms in my chin appears. I miss my mouth completely and a piece of rotini falls. Now, you may not know this, but thanks to the miracle that is Italian cuisine and design, rotini, a spiral shaped, spring-shaped, if I may, pasta -  well, it bounces. 

So this piece of rotini, loaded with red tomato sauce, bounces from my fork, to the table, to my arm, to my leg, and eventually comes to rest on my lower leg of my pajama pants, splashing as it goes. There is even sauce on my tablet, which is on the floor charging. 

So I give the dog the piece of rotini, because she heard the sound of food falling. But both dogs are watching, I can see sela’s ear poking up from behind the couch. I throw her a piece of pasta as well and hear a wet splat as it hits her and bounce off of the very top middle of her head. 

I really don’t remember pasta having this much bounce to it before.