It was 2am on a Saturday night. I stumbled into my kitchen to make poor decisions and eat leftover fried chicken whilst drunk, when I saw an ominous package sitting atop the fridge. It was an empty box of Barilla rigatoni, taunting me just days […]
It was 2am on a Saturday night. I stumbled into my kitchen to make poor decisions and eat leftover fried chicken whilst drunk, when I saw an ominous package sitting atop the fridge. It was an empty box of Barilla rigatoni, taunting me just days […]