I rarely eat pasta. I love it almost more than anything else but it’s just plain flat out carbs. When I look at it, I have a mixture of longing, dread and sadness. There are a number of foods that cause a similar mix of emotions in me: ice cream, bread, pizza. While I certainly eat these things occasionally, for the most part I my eating habits exclude the glutenous, as well the carbohydratous.
But when I do eat these things I try to make sure it’s worth it. This was not. I made some bolognese, the best sauce in the world as far as I’m concerned, and for this particular occasion I was going to have pasta, lots of times I eat the sauce like chili. In my pantry, which is really the closet in my second bedroom, I had a box of Roundy’s rigatoni. When I picked it up I had a bad feeling.
Not one noodle stayed intact. I ate it, I’ll eat most anything. But I will never ever buy any Roundy’s brand pasta again.
Having said that, I’d buy it before I’d buy any Barilla brand pasta. The homophobic fucks. Used to be my go to brand but, well, they don’t like the gays and this gay doesn’t like them.