A fine midday repast!

Ah yes, there's nothing to help one contemplate their approaching state of morbid obesity like a hearty plate of spaghetti with homemade sauce and garlic bread! (My only stab at culinary sanity was two meager slices of pineapple).

In my defense, I had just finished viewing a TV program on how to correctly make pasta. It was a YouTube program entitle 'You're Doing It All Wrong'. (Or was that the one about sex)? Either or, I found the tips to actually work pretty well and thus enjoyed a fine midday feast. As to my current state of heftiness, I'll just have to get used to snide comments such as 'gee mister how far along are you anyway?'