If you read my blog post yesterday, then you know that Mrs. Dude made me an awesome pasta dish to take with me on my all day affair.
During the cocktail hour, I watched as everyone else devoured gourmet pizza, chicken teriyaki and a plethora of other delicious looking appetizers, while I nibbled on my 937th Kind Bar in the past two years.
But a few hours pass, now it is “main course” time and I am totally stoked.
As everybody else gets their chicken or salmon, I excitedly reach under the table for my cooler (what…doesn’t everyone bring a cooler to a bat mitsvah?)
In high anticipation, I pour the pasta salad onto my plate. Looks delicious. Great aroma.
I take one bite and…and…and…and…
What the hell happened to my pasta??
It turns out we ran out of our corn pasta and had to use rice pasta.
And what happens to rice pasta when it sits for a few hours after being cooked?
Well, let’s just say I may have chipped a tooth.
So goodbye rice pasta. It’s been real. We’ve had some nice moments together.
But our relationship is just too “hard”.