I decided we would have spaghetti for dinner. And that I would use the whole box because I hate having silly extra portions leftover that aren’t enough for two people.
But when it got to the point of pouring pasta into boiling water, I hemmed. Hawed even.
I checked the number of servings in the sauce (5), the number of servings in the pasta box (6.5. Who the fuck has ever eaten a half serving of pasta?), tried to take into to account that we would want to get a 2nd dinner out of this….and put in 4/5 of the box.
Only afterwards, once the spaghetti was cooked and I was combining everything did I realize that I somehow purposely decided that we were only going to eat 1 serving of pasta at each meal. And while that perhaps does not automatically result in the same swearing a 1/2 serving might, it certainly does in this fucking house.
The really annoying part is that Tom will get home and if he likes it (it has…dun dun DUN…vegan meatballs in it), he will not care that our meal plan included a x2 by this. While I have tried some moderation with the idea that I can fill up on pecans and dark chocolate chips later – completely guilt-free! it was just 1 serving of pasta when obviously I need 3 for basic survival! – he will just snarf down the whole bowl.
Oh wait, that’s not the really annoying part. The really annoying part is that I now have a silly extra portion of spaghetti in a box that isn’t enough for 2 people. Good job on those math skills! Thank goodness I went with my gut reaction and didn’t overthink myself into a too-little-pasta corner! Again!