Fluffy Pasta

My friend’s brother always dates “fluff”. They all look the same. I can never tell them apart. Same hair colour (blonde of course), same body shape (big to medium sized breasts with no ass or hips) and they all dress the same. It is like they belong to some kind of club where you have to wear tight jeans and strappy white tops to be a member. Okay, I am not being fair; you can wear black strappy tops as well. The only real distinction between them is there weird and fantastic names and the accessories they wear (although most of them come with oversized sunglasses as standard!) Anyway, they are a bit like pasta dishes. Weird names, different accessories, but when you get down to it, all a bit the same. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE pasta. It is my number one comfort food, but I am not fussy when it comes to pastas, they all taste good and you are sure of a good time when you spend your evening with one. Nataniel, a great South African icon and cook once said that he hates pasta, because the whole plate tastes the same, but I guess that is what I find comforting about it. You know when the first bite is good; the whole wonderful plate that lies in front of you is going to be good. I guess that is why my friend’s brother dates the “fluff”. If the first bite is good, he knows the rest of

the plate will taste the same. No surprises.

It is only Tuesday evening now, but I am so looking forward to Saturday. One can only eat so many Ryvitas and cottage cheese. Only 4 more sleeps! I have no idea yet what Stefan is conjuring up on Saturday evening, but secretly, I hope it is not pasta.

Fluffy the Monster
by Margie