How many spoons does a woman need?
On day one, I ripped apart a packet of durum wheat penne pasta to cook with some white mushroom sauce. It's an easy recipe; easier if you have boiled pasta handy, which I did not. So I took a pan, added the beautiful penne pipes and ushered it into the waterfall of hot tap water. I added some salt with the teaspoon and well, took out another spoon to add precisely 2 spoons of oil. Swirled the whole thing once with a large spoon (spatula?). While my pasta was boiling, I took upon the depressing ordeal of cutting onions. Onions are like childhood trauma, you grow up and think you'd finally be over it because you are no longer a sissy child but then you smell your fingers and they reek of this pungent odour. I cut the onions and wash my hands, twice. I also got some (read, six large cloves) of garlic and some mushrooms, obviously. It's in the title of the story. You don't play Macbeth, without Macbeth. Now, I don't want to go all Victor Hugo because that would make my...