No shit this has actually happened to me before. My dad walked in, saw me and said,
"Christ Vanessa, do you have to ruin everything." I just stood there, looked at him and kept trying to stir the spaghetti (while they were on fire). Fuck logic.
You don't have to break it in half. You get long oodles of beautiful noodles which you can slurp up into your mouth when you cook it like that (minus the flames), as opposed to short, disappointing pieces of spaghetti
"Christ Vanessa, do you have to ruin everything." I just stood there, looked at him and kept trying to stir the spaghetti (while they were on fire). Fuck logic.