October 13, 2010

Things In His House That Make Me Sad: His Empty Box of Pasta Roni

From our reader Lorraine, who is grossed out by his gnarly insta-meal.
He has sophisticated taste. When we're out for drinks, he orders craft beers and fine wines. He skips the quesadillas on the app menu and goes with the scallop brochette. He is accomplished in his career, works out at the gym regularly and rents a luxury apartment.

Fast forward to a few hours post-drinks. We're at the door to his apartment but before we go in, he explains that he didn't expect guests tonight, so his apartment is a little messy. Turns out, it's not that bad and honestly, it probably pales in comparison to the shithole state my apartment is in.

I turned around to drop my purse on the kitchen counter and there it is: an empty box of Pasta Roni. Pasta Fucking Roni. Garlic & Olive Oil Vermicelli, to be exact.

Listen, I get it. When he's not out plying me with Allagash White and witty banter, dude is cooking for one. But Pasta Roni? Really? You can't come up with a better meal for one? First of all, that shit is about as nutritious as the cardboard box it comes in. Not to mention that it's flat out gross; over-processed flavoring and soggy, non-descript pasta that leaves him with breath like a goddamn buffalo.

Alright, so maybe it's not about it's nutritional value, or the fact that it's barely a notch up from Easy Mac. Maybe I just can't bear the thought of him hovering over his stove for 8-10 minutes, stirring frequently, then eating it straight from the pan as he peruses some blog about Wordpress plug-ins. He's supposed to be cooking steak with shitake mushroom demi-glace, while listening to great music, and indulging in a 1989 French Bordeaux.

I guess I must resign myself to the fact that our future does not include him cooking me a gourmet meal in his sleek kitchen as we discuss our latest reading lists. And that, my friend, makes me sad.
This is a timely submission because JUST YESTERDAY, a cute guy who works at Starbucks tried to chat me up, which was awkward because I had my earbuds in listening to music. Each time he made a little comment as he walked past me, I had to pop an earbud out and say, "What?" and make him repeat what he said.

Turns out that he wanted to tell me that he was in a good mood because there was a deal at the supermarket where they had Kraft Mac and Cheese, 3 for 99 cents. He even went to the back room, took them out and shook them at me like boxy cassanettes. He was clearly pumped at the bargain. I crinkled my nose because WHO BRAGS ABOUT BUYING MAC AND CHEESE? I was like, "Cool story, bro. I popped an earbud out for that?"

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hmm. PastRoni.

That would be an upgrade. Need that to go along with my sm frozen pizzas picked up for $1.59 apiece.

Thanks.

Sincerely,

Single Guy

The Happy Dirtbagger said...

Doesn't a single guy get a license to dirtbag nowandagain?

More often than not, my weekday solo dinner is something like a nice fish filet with sauteed vegetables and a spinach salad and a glass of Louis Jadot, enjoyed while watching Turner Classic Movies. But sometimes I just wanna nosh on a Pepperoni Pizza HotPocket™ and drink a Labatt's while watching Adult Swim. And yes, sometimes it's Kraft Mac'n'Cheese, but that's only when I'm super lazy and shopping at the RiteAid, which doesn't have Annie's Shells and Cheese.

The most foodie-organic-girl I ever date (the one who alternated working at the food coop and a freakin' farm) had huge weaknesses for 7-11 slushies and frozen supermarket pierogies. All I'm saying, give this guy a fuckin' break. Judge not, let your own occasional fondness for some shitty processed shit be judged.

MYLI said...

LOL That's some high ass standards you got there! So the fact that the apartment is cleaner than yours doesn't trump the fact that he may have eaten Pastaroni?

Jonesy said...

Man, I love cooking and eating good food as much as Julia Child, but sometimes, people just don't have the time for anything more than nachos and coco-puffs for desert.

Give a brother a break.

Anonymous said...

I thought this wasn't a lamestream dating blog.

Anonymous said...

I don't think this is about having high standards. It's more about perception vs. reality. You have this vision of what someone is supposed to be when you're not around him. Rarely is that vision ever true, but it's always a bummer when the bubble is burst.

Allison said...

I think it's sexier that he actually made something on the stove instead of eating pop tarts and potato chips for dinner. Your ridiculously high standards are ridiculously high!

Anonymous said...

that is the most delicious pasta roni flavor!! just thinking about it is making my stomach growl. and i'm female. trust me it's sooo good.

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