Spaghetti with Italian Sausage

Hey Rhett,

Although I’m not entirely comfortable with the title foodie, there’s really no better word for someone who’s really into food. Epicure? Pretentious even by my standards. But I think you’ll have to reconcile yourself to the fact that reflecting on your meals on a regular basis is likely to make you more thoughtful about the food you eat. Unless you’re going for willful ignorance, in which case you’re probably doomed to a life of toast, chicken, mayo and pickles.

You’ll be happy to know that there was nothing too hoity-toity on the menu today: leftover Spaghetti with Italian Sausage. I’m sure you’ll deduct points because I made the tomato sauce from tomatoes instead of opening a jar, but I assure you it was a fairly simple concoction. For my fellow foodies, I’ll let you in on my secret: I like to use one can of plum tomatoes and one can of cherry tomatoes to kick up the sweetness.

I kept forgetting to bring various leftovers last week, so this had been sitting in the fridge since last Thursday-ish. I was a little concerned about the consistency of the noodles. Fortunately, they held up. It was good.

I thought about eating my lunch somewhere other than my desk, but it seemed like too much work. And really, where am I going to go? By the pool table? Not really my style. The only reason I even feel the urge to eat elsewhere is that I recently reread Douglas Coupland’s Generation X for an interview I was doing and was struck by his term for cubicles: veal-fattening pens. It resonated somehow, like there was something inhumane about eating where you work. Lacking dignity, maybe? I need to think it over.

I might eat elsewhere tomorrow.

Very best,
Brendan