Masala Mama Mostaccioli
Vin is the devil. I came home from work last night, and the apatrment smelled like garlic-pasta heaven, and he was smiling so sweetly. He always smiles sweetly when he is being bad.
First, I went to the oven where a beautiful pasta bake was warm and ripe. "Yeah, Trobee just brought it over. It's amazing. Too bad you can't have any, babe-- see the Italian sausage?" I had a fury. Trobee is my best friend, and she knows that I'm veg now. So I called her up to raise HELL. She explained that the meat was actually Quorn pieces. I apologized. Thanked her. Then I turned to Vin, who was shoveling up the pasta in his big trap and grunting just to rub it in.
"Well it's good to know that you like fake meat, honey." I said. He paused in a moment of dumb animal shock... then the caveman just kept eating. The End.
Below is Naughty Curry's *Masala Mama Mostaccioli* Their pic.
First, I went to the oven where a beautiful pasta bake was warm and ripe. "Yeah, Trobee just brought it over. It's amazing. Too bad you can't have any, babe-- see the Italian sausage?" I had a fury. Trobee is my best friend, and she knows that I'm veg now. So I called her up to raise HELL. She explained that the meat was actually Quorn pieces. I apologized. Thanked her. Then I turned to Vin, who was shoveling up the pasta in his big trap and grunting just to rub it in.
"Well it's good to know that you like fake meat, honey." I said. He paused in a moment of dumb animal shock... then the caveman just kept eating. The End.
Below is Naughty Curry's *Masala Mama Mostaccioli* Their pic.