I made pasta for dinner

And it reminded me of how, at SFSU, there was this crappy pizza place downstairs in the Student Union. And they served pasta. They served "Lasagna."

It was really a bunch of mystery pasta made to look like a lasanga brick. Imagine a heat pan at the cafeteria, you walk up and when you order, the woman dips her spatual into the heat pan. At the top of this steel pan is a layer of mozzarella cheese, red sauce, and the obvious flat lasagna noodle. The lady cuts you a square of the thing, and when you get your plate, instead of earth-crust-like-layers-of-alternating-sauce-and-cheese-and-flat-noodle, repeat... Instead of all that, it's just a penne and sauce. Or linguine and sauce. Or corkscrew pasta and sauce.

They just stuff the inside of the lasagna with yesterday's left over pasta.

Nothing quite like it.

This posting has absolutely nothing to do with anything. Thanks to Denay's banana-nut bread. I'm beginning to understand why people don't read people's blogs. For the most part, blogs are just just mental masturbation. But in this case, not even I seem to be getting off.