Spaghetti

There's something about living on your own that makes cooking spaghetti at 10:00 at night simply wonderful. This is the REAL living on your own... not having a wife to cook for you or a dining center right around the corner when you need it, but the raw, scraping together of meals when you don't have much cash, time, or patience.

It at this time that spaghetti - made with non other than mostaccolli noodles - is so altogether redeeming. I'm going to have to put it up on the pedestal of the solves-any-sort-of-problem Velveeta shells and cheese. Yeah... you better believe I just put it up there with shells and cheese.

Spaghetti will just never age.

Mmm.