I'm not. It's pasta. I don't care how you make it.

I don’t know. Articles like these make me roll my eyes. After 20 miles of hiking, deep fried twinkies probably taste like heaven. And impossible to replicate? Please.

But my reaction may be in part due to family visiting this weekend (they are gone now), aging health issues very apparent, with what feels like denial going on from the only person who can deal with the issues (which are most certainly not fixable anyway). Stressful, to say the least. A sense of probable crisis coming in the not too distant future.