tales of pasta & fantasy

i happened to see a commercial for prego’s pasta bake sauce the other day. “gee,” i thought, “wouldn’t that be neat?! pour raw pasta, sauce and cheese in a dish and bake! i think i’ll try that!”
while at the grocery store returning a bottle of hairspray i’d bought thinking it was the pretty-smelling version, i remembered to check for this wondrous new product in the pasta aisle. five minutes i spent looking over the jars of bright red tomato sauces and there was nary a prego product to be found, let alone a new, revolutionary one. “dammit!” i thought, “well, fine… i’ve already got the mozzarella in my basket, i’ll just use the jar of spicy pepper sauce i have at home. i don’t need no stinking prego!”
last night, after fighting rainy, windy, nasty traffic, i stumbled into my cozy little abode and put the pasta pot to boiling. i was going to cook something for dinner. considering most nights i re-reat my meals, this was a momentous occasion. i was sorely tempted to invite someone over to partake of my culinary prowess; but, wary of first-time disaster, decided to not turn a friend into a guinea pig and possibly a patient at the local medical facility.
there was boiling, straining, grating, pouring, mixing and finally baking occurring in my miniscule kitchen, the likes of which haven’t been seen since three sundays past (when i created chicken fried rice, vegetable stir-fry, baked chicken with sundried tomato dressing and rice — not all for one sitting, silly. i cook for the week).
at the end, i removed a steaming, bubbling pyrex dish of tomatoey pasta goodness from the oven. i dished myself up a bowl, retired to the futon and munched happily away on my cheesy delight whilst listening to episode three of the lord of the rings (bbc radio version).
sometimes, all it takes is a little home-cookin’ to make a person’s soul a little lighter… and sleepier. i fell asleep during episode four and didn’t wake up until around eight o’clock. so, i fetched tomorrow’s mpeg, packed up the leftovers, set the dishes to soaking & settled into bed with episode five softly issuing from my computer’s speakers.
ahh… sometimes being boring is so very nice.