When Pasta Becomes Concrete

It started as a normal Tuesday—until my roommate screamed like she saw a ghost. I rushed in, only to find her standing in front of the stove, horrified.

"I forgot to stir the pasta," she whispered, eyes wide.

Now, you might think that's no big deal. But in our apartment, unstirred pasta becomes one solid, spaghetti-brick of shame.

I laughed really hard first knowing how she had always bragged of being an "excellent chef".  

I tried to save it. I did everything I could. I poked it with a fork. I tried to separate it with tongs. I even consulted YouTube like a modern-day oracle. Nothing worked.

Eventually, we accepted our fate. We plated the pasta-brick, sliced it like cake, added sauce like frosting, and ate it in silence. 

It wasn’t dinner. It was a lesson.

Always stir your pasta.

Or buy rice.