because none of us is fucking up like we think we are, is what i'm trying to say
The First Supper
My last meal on Italian soil was McDonald's at the airport and I'm not even sorry.
Except that obviously I totally am, because the first meal I made when I got to Mum and Dad's gnocchi. FROM SCRATCH. And, you know, no big deal or anything but I totally improvised a roasted pecan pesto to go with it- because I felt like it.
I FELT LIKE MAKING MY OWN PASTA SAUCE. I don't know who I am anymore.