Pasta

Fears- Speaking to my grandmother about politics

Annoyances- Hypocrites

Accomplishments- Eating 36 ounces of pasta in one sitting

Confusions- Why is it so "cool" to like bacon?

Sorrows- Not stepping up when I had chances.

Dreams- To find out why people watch Tyler Perry movies.

Idiosyncrasies- Television... Just television

Risks- Eating 36 ounces of pasta in one sitting

Beloved Possessions, Now and Then- My family

Problems- Being able to eat 36 ounces of pasta in one sitting

 

      As much fun as it would be to joke, but not be funny, about Tyler Perry, I would prefer to speak of my 3rd love: PASTA. First of all, lets set the scene. I'm primarily Italian, so my blood is basically marinara sauce because I grew up wolfing the stuff down. Now, my cousin was dating an Italian girl who really knew how to cook, and one night we had a family dinner where she made a ginormous batch of penne pasta. She covered it in a homemade red sauce with mounds of lamb and beef meatballs, all with a side of homemade bread smothered in garlic and butter. It was a meal fit for the mob, and needless to say, my heart melted. The whole time I was eating this heavenly creation, I was thinking if my cousin didn't marry this girl that I just might. I sat at the table, eating this pasta like it was The Last Supper, throwing it down while my stomach expanded to the size of a hot air balloon. And I don't know what it was, but I somehow got into The Pasta Zone, and I just couldn't stop. Being a type 1 diabetic (thats not the fat kind, people), I weighed all the pasta that I ate, and when I added it up at the end of the meal, the final result was 36.2 ounces. I felt more stuffed than Jessica Simpson at a pig roast, and felt even more amazed that I threw down over two pounds of a food group that is definitely not part of the fruits and veggies.

      So what does this say about society? I mean, am I representative of our culture because I can eat endlessly without stopping myself? Or is it just because I was a growing teenager who needed some extra food for my hollow leg? Whatever the case is, I count eating that much food as an accomplishment, but also as a problem for Fat America.

 

P.S. Don't tell Michelle, she would be so angry if she heard this story