So, just a few minutes ago Claudia and I were indulging in our first kitchen creation. We made torta di ricotta con gocce di dioccolato (yes I name dropped that last time, but whatever). As we were sitting here, eating our wonderful creation, not to brag but damn it was good, I look up at the ceiling because I don't know why and I see my noodle. There is a background story to this noodle.
It was the second time all my roommates and I were cooking in the kitchen and I convinced them that all the italians throw the noodles onto the wall/ceiling and if it sticks then they know its "al dente"...I'm such a bad bullshitter. No one really believed me, but I threw the noodle anyways. It hasn't moved. Nope, not for what I'd guess has been about 20-25 days.
I think that noodle has become a part of our household, and has made it's way into our hearts...it brings us together as not six but seven roommates.
okay i'm done.
ciao,
kate
Hey! That is a legit old wives tale, and we all threw it at the wall. You threw it at the ceiling, you did it wrong. Ours came down.
ReplyDeleteBut I love that noodle I am so glad you did it wrong.