Pasta is so freaking good.
So if my husband makes it I obviously have to have a bite. If we go out for italian I obviously have to order it.
But you know what?
Last week I was cleaning up from my husbands cooking extravaganza. He was doing a lil baby food prep for the week. God LOVE him.
And I was putting the pasta he cooked in tupperware.
And I just put the pasta in the tupperware and then just put the tupperware in the fridge.
And that was it.
Oh. my. God.
What just happened.
A year ago I would have just unconsciously eaten a couple bites.
A few months ago I would have ‘snuck’ a few fusillis.
Last month I would have wanted a little sneak and then I would have talked myself out of it.
And today, I unconsciously just didn’t have the pasta.
I literally rewired my brain.
And that my friends, is amore. ;) Yes, I really just wrote that.