Last night I was on the phone with my calculus professor (I'm practically sleeping with the textbook these days) when Joe knocked and said I had first dibs on leftovers. He made Pasta Carbonara, and I had it for lunch today.
It's amazing! I have GOT to have him teach me how to make it. He puts eggs in it, but they don't scramble somehow. With my luck, he'll move before I get any lessons, and I'll have to go back to eating the same old boring stuff again.
He teases me about being able to cook only mac and cheese. Little does he know I also learned how to make sangria. What more does a gal need?
:D
