I have been dying (okay, maybe, maybe not) for a nice small bowl of pasta. Nothing major mind you, just a small 3-4 inch bowl of penne with red sauce and a meatball or two if I could stuff it in. Since I can't shop for myself I made a small list for honey to get at the food store. I did ask for meatloaf mix x2 pkgs (pork, veal, beef) to make the meatballs. What I recieved were two packages of powered meatloaf mix to flavor meatloaf. Okay, I wasn't specific and life around here has gotten either very abstract or very literal. So that was two days ago. So yesterday I try to enjoy a steaming hot cup of coffee. Yes, you guessed it...I burned my tongue...flavor altering unto itself. Now, for you chemo-lovers (we love it so much we go back for more) you are perfectly aware that all of your food begins to take on distinct other flavors and textures. Flavors like you have not really known or think has faintly reminiscent flavors of metals way low down on the periodic table. So I made my meatballs after honey bought the meat mixture of expectation, fired the heat up under the water for the penne and voila, I have no idea what it tastes like or even if it is tasty. I'm not even sure if I like the way the meat feels in my mouth!! Well...my gratitude? I DID have my penne and had enough left over ingredients in the house that I made a small lasagna...which I froze for a day I can taste!! And...that I was able to do any of it at all.
