Norman makes spaghetti for the second night in a row lifeofnorman

As a light but persistent snow continued to fall outside Norman's window, he gazed upon the powdery wasteland which his small, but serviceable, front yard had become. It was a Saturday, and the snowfall had prevented him from getting to the store to buy Tomato sauce. But for some odd reason, he still had an insatiable craving for spaghetti.

Norman set the water to boil and dropped his last two box's of store-brand spaghetti into the pot. He threw a pinch of salt in and watched the rigid noodles slowly slide into the piping hot water. He turned his attention away from the stove for a moment to seek out a second can of diced tomatoes.

Arriving at the cupboard, Norman was dismayed. No diced tomatoes! He searched and searched for an ample substitute, but to no avail. The spaghetti had finished cooking, and he had nothing to top it with.

Norman strained the noodles in the sink and set them on a proper dinner plate for himself. He then opened the refrigerator in hopes he'd be able to find even a remotely suitable topping.

Two minutes later, Norman found himself pouring a half a jar of Ortega mild salsa onto his plate. "Spaghetti ranchero..." Norman said casually to himself.

He took a bite. It was the worst thing he had ever tasted.

Submitted February 12, 2016 at 10:53PM by BootlegFirewerks http://ift.tt/1PrMbnp lifeofnorman