Pasta is just like sandwiches...

I love pasta. It's that simple. But when I make it myself, I usually feel somewhat disappointed. I never wanted to admit this because I'm Italian and, my God, the idea of telling someone I didn't want to eat pasta?? But yesterday, I was slugging home from work with these two ladies in the Army (whole other story about slugging...) who were talking about what they were making for dinner. They were obviously good friends, probably rode to and from work together every day. The driver said something that was so simple, but I just wanted to be like--yes! That's exactly how I feel! Thank you for putting all of my opinions about pasta into such a simple sentence! She said she was going to make pasta for dinner in a tone that you could tell she wasn't thrilled. She continued and this is what she said, "Pasta is like sandwiches. It's always better when someone else makes it." Now maybe everyone else in the world (if there's any of you even reading this blog, haha) has already made this simple observation about pasta and sandwiches, but I'd never really thought about it that way. I'd come to terms with that generalization for sandwiches, but not yet about pasta. (Perhaps I just didn't want to upset my Italian heritage. Pasta is pasta! It's always good!) I make pasta often, but I'm always tired of it after eating like, 3 bites. But when I go to my boyfriend's parent's house, or my parent's house...it somehow tastes better. I like it better. I'll eat more of it without having to force myself to finish it, like I do at home when I tell myself the leftovers won't be eaten.

So simple. And yes, sandwiches are the exact same. I love a good ham and cheese sandwich. Easy to make, cheap, right there ready for you. But I have stopped buying ham and cheese at my own house, because when I make the sandwiches, I just don't like it. Maybe it's the bread, I tell myself. Maybe it's the ham I bought. Who knows. But again, if I'm at someone else's house....the sandwich tastes just perfect. Add some chips and possibly a pickle on the side, and boom, a delicious lunch.

Strange phenomenon, but tell me you don't feel the same way...