Attack of the Macaroni
Yesterday, I poured a whole box of large elbow macaroni into a boiling pot of water. Ten minutes later, the macaroni was cooked and swollen, almost spilling out of the pot. I think I probably used half the water I needed to make as much as I did. When I transferred the macaroni to the strainer, they could barely fit into the whole thing! Lesson learned. It was perhaps the largest mass of macaroni that I have ever seen with mine own eyes.
My mom shared with me something she had written in her journal a while ago:
Friends are like balloons; once you let them go, you can’t get them back.
So tie your friends to your heart so you’ll never lose them.
You are all tied to my heart. And I miss you, Eric R.! Don’t float away …
I”m tying your string on very tight, and triple knotting it just to make sure ;D
Heh, lucky for you I’m denser than the atmosphere in these parts! T’ain’t going anywheres