The Spinach Challenge: Devine Day Nine

Here's another pasta plan, spurred from a couple of notions of late: How can I make my pasta dishes less of a big pile of mush, and what the fuck am I going to do with the rest of the shredded zucchini left over from the brownies? I accomplished both in the following. Read on, fuckers.

PASTA IS GOOD; EAT IT

One of the biggest problem-solvers in this concoction was the addition of asparagus, which stands out with a healthy crunch, even when you just throw it in with the rest of your veggie saute like a lazy shit. The chilled zucchini had a negligible contribution, but why not add it when it just makes the whole operation a little veggier?

On another note, I've been thinking about my photography. Fucking amazing, right? Just check back a few clicks to some other posts that really showcase my magic eye. (By that, I mean, I see things in 3D, like those lying books with fake pictures.) Lies aside, I think about how the camera never fucking does what I want it to do, which is show things how I see them (in 3D). No, I mean lighting. (Are you sure?) Yes. I can see things in my roddy-coney way, and then the camera's all like "you mean this?" and does some other thing. I blame the lights, too. All the time. I think about using... Photoshop... but I swear to shit that'll be the last mention of that on this fair fucking blog. That would be like when Dylan went electric. There was such an outcry against him, he was called a traitor, and if memory serves, his career was over. He just spiraled out of control and released some some Christmas songs. Saddest story ever told.

So, to ensure that you keep respecting me, I've used my means to show exactly what it looked like to me:

Now that's what I remember eating!