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Coming into the kitchen, slightly beyond hungry, tremendous, happy excitement fills me. There is still something left in the house to eat. Pasta. Opening the fridge, the little green army of boxes smiles back at me. "We're still here! And so are the sea salt, and the olive oil, and the peanut butter!" Never had peanut butter pasta? You're missing something!
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
Pasta
Coming into the kitchen, slightly beyond hungry, tremendous, happy excitement fills me. There is still something left in the house to eat. Pasta. Opening the fridge, the little green army of boxes smiles back at me. "We're still here! And so are the sea salt, and the olive oil, and the peanut butter!" Never had peanut butter pasta? You're missing something!
(A sense of humour keeps me from taking my work, and my life, too seriously:) ©Elisa Maria Argiro
FrancescaRegan
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
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