6th Floor Blog Makes Pasta
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Frank
Subject: Spaghetti Pot
Ann arrives home to Frank making himself lunch.
“Spaghetti for lunch eh?” Ann notes.
“I love me my pasta.” Frank replies, stirring the pot.
“Are you making for everyone?”
“No one else is home.”
“Then why are you using the giant pasta pot for one serving?”
“Because the spaghetti fits better.”
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“Can’t you just break it in half?”
Frank gasps. “Break it in half? If it was meant to be broken in half, it’d be sold broken in half!”
“All right, geeze. You going to baked zitify it? We’ve got mozzarella and ricotta in the fridge right?”
“Didn’t think we had ricotta, but I didn’t check either.”
“Lazy as usual.” Ann opens the fridge, digs around a little, finds the ricotta cheese and hands it to Frank.
“Uhh..Ann?” Frank asks, peering at the package. “It says it expired in January.”
“Probably not good then huh?” Ann asks, lifting the lid a bit.
“Oh, ewww! Throw that out!”
“You throw it out! I’m cooking!”
“I didn’t buy it! It’s your cheese! You throw it out!”
“How do you remember it’s mine? Who cares! Get rid of it!”
Ann carefully lifts the lid of the garbage can, and knocks the cheese into it. “Gross!”
“Hey, I didn’t tell you to dig around in the fridge for old cheese. I can just imagine what’s in there.”
“Someone really should clean it.”
“Not it!” Frank exclaims.
“We’ll make Tab do it…she’ll clean.”
“Just show her the cheese. It’ll gross her out enough to clean the fridge.”
“Definitely.”
Tags: cheese, food, new york, pasta, ricotta cheese, rotten cheese, spaghetti, spaghetti pot, stinky cheese
Pasta Fight!
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann and Scott.
Subject: Noodles Noodles Everywhere
Ann is washing dishes when the timer goes off.
Beep beep. Beep beep. …
“Scott!” Ann shouts, as Scott looks up from the television, “Check the pasta for me!”
Scott looks at Ann elbow deep in soap suds and complies. He takes the wooden spoon and scoops out two strands of spaghetti and flings them at the ceiling, where they stick.
“What’d you do that for?!”
“Pasta’s done.” Scott says, pulling the inside part of the pasta pot out, and turning off the stove.
“Did you have to throw it against the ceiling? Couldn’t you have just tasted it?” Ann asked, drying her hands.
“Tasting it. Now that would’ve been better. No big deal, I’ll just reach up and ..woah, the ceiling’s kinda high.”
“Get the stool.”
“Err…well uh…I kinda broke the stool last week.”
“What’d you do now Scott?”
“Billy had my hamburger…so I tackled him. He was sitting on the stool, and we kind of crushed it and bent the legs.”
“Can you fix it? Where is it?”
“No, we threw it out. It was beyond repair.”
“Well then, no dinner until you get those noodles down.”
“Doh!”