Scenario:
The year is 2032 - hamburger patties are $400 a piece and you just took out a 14th mortgage to buy a pack of cheese strings. You're starving and you want a healthy meal, but you have to decide between buying groceries for the day or paying off the local robot mafia from breaking your new giver cyber implants. You think back to the amazing time you had, years ago before the moon crashed into the secret other moon, and suddenly, it comes to you - pasta - the all-food.
You run to the local grocery store and buy a bag of 00 flour for $3 because no one ever fucking buys it so the price hasn't increased from giga-inflaton. One standard grocery store hand job for the grocery store employee later, and you landed yourself 3 whole eggs.
You go home to your 20sq.ft condo that costs $5,000 a month and you roll out your dough, then cut your noodles, and boil them in your government issue water.
You thank space Jesus that you met with that handsome, funny, entertaining, 35 year old pasta sensei all those years ago, because now, you can eat - eat like royalty.
TL;dr I'm 35, offer pasta lessons, we hang out, make sauce, have a good time, and you learn to survive the inevitable upcoming flyby of Nibiru.
DM me if you're interested - check my other posts. I don't host. I bring the equipment and ingredients. If you have questions, ask away.
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