Friendy-friend whom I do not see very often dropped by my place tonight. We made pumpkin ravioli that wasn't really ravioli, because the ravioli skin was actually wonton skins. The whole east meets west thing, nyuk-nyuk-nyuk. It was slathered in butter sauce and sage leaves cooked in melted butter. I need to finish typing this blog entry before my arteries completely solidify and I fall to the floor dead.

As free dinner entertainment, we watched the two cats I live with kill a bee in the living room.

Though I ain't no J-Lo, I am digging this whole cooking thing. I like the idea of eating my way upwards a learning curve dotted with progressively tastier and more complicated dishes, provided I don't accidentally eat the poisonous part of a blowfish along the way. It also helps that my roommate happens to love cooking, and has a kitchen equipped with every cooking utensil I will ever need or never use. My future culinary potential: WIN.

Also, feeding other people makes me feel like a benevolent master. I am voluntarily bypassing my capacity for violence and giving you homemade spaghetti instead.