There are two types of past in this world: public pasta, or the pasta you eat at the table amongst family and friends, and secret pasta. And after running 7 miles this morning, wandering Córdoba taking pictures for my photography class, and going to my geography class, I'm a hungry camper. Dinner was fine; we had eggs and asparagus. There just wasn't enough of it. So now that Maricarmen and Carlos have gone to bed.... SECRET PASTA TIME!!! I busted out some of my secret stash of microwave pasta from my nightstand drawer, and it tastes so good.
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