Anger Burger

It is fitting to start off a fresh new website (always so full of promise!) with a bowl of overcooked spaghetti sauced with my least favorite¹ lubricant: vodka sauce.  But that is how it always ends up working out; you stay up for hours past your bedtime because the CSS is making sense and all of a sudden it’s after midnight and the last substantial thing you ate was a baloney sandwich while sitting on the sidewalk outside your work during the lunch break.

But of course, this wouldn’t be a Sunday Williams joint if I didn’t feel compelled to reveal something embarrassing about myself, so here it is: I like my pasta overcooked.  Not just cooked beyond the de rigueur crunchy al dente, but to the “is this from a can?” Spaghetti-O stage.   I suspect the habit was borne from reheated leftover pasta and its dry, flavor-saturated gumminess, but admitting that part isn’t going to win me any points.  Three-day-old lasagne?  Divine.

Now if I could just remember why I bought that jar of vodka sauce, my world would finally start clicking into place.

¹Actualy, second-least favorite.  I’ve never had a plate of alfredo that I’ve genuinely enjoyed, which I think we can safely deduce means that I don’t like cream sauces.