Orzo. I always tried to be like someone I’m not. Now I’m neither rice nor pasta.
Or gnocchi!
Macaroni because I’m hollow inside, and unlike penne, have no point
Fusilli, because I’m screwed
I would be mushroom bowtie farfalle (which I enjoy often) because I’m always just out of reach, even to myself.
Mafaldine because I look cute with little ruffles and there’s nothing remotely straight about me
I’d love to say campanelle, because I’m fun and stuff.
I’m a gnocchi, because I’m potato.
Orichiette. Cause they’re like little bowls of sauce on their own. Each one of them a tiny flavour universe.
I’m all ears
Copypasta, nothing more I want to be than a long overused block of text that clogs up threads all over the net.
I am also partial to shell pasta.
If Lemmy has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Lemmy has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Lemmy has only one fan then that is me. If Lemmy has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Lemmy, then I am against the world.
If Lemmy has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Lemmy has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Lemmy has only one fan then that is me. If Lemmy has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Lemmy, then I am against the world.
Spaghetti, because Im lanky, and annoying to handle when Im cooked
The screwed one
My brother in Fusilli!
I’d want to be a spaghetti but I’d probably be a penne.
A lasagna newdle https://youtu.be/UoRXQDPkDcs?feature=shared
Macaroni, but only with cheese.
This is so that I can become ouroboros and infinitely devour myself
a sad lasagne: used in pretty much a single dish; it is the least enjoyable part of the said dish; it can very easily be substituted for, don’t know, eggplants
I wish to be spaghetti but at the moment am feeling more like penne.