Poor Man's Pasta Plus

Poor Man’s Pasta Plus I stumbled in my front door early this morning, just before the sun made its daily appearance, and I knew one thing; I was starving. A quick inspection of my finances made it perfectly clear that ‘take-out’ was impossible. A speedy examination of my dusty cupboard produced one box of macaroni and cheese and a can of golden mushroom soup. After finding a package of five hot dogs in the …

…was achieved. I woke up late this afternoon, and knew one thing; I was starving. After viewing the scant remains of last night’s meal, which I vaguely recalled being Poor Man’s Pasta Plus, I decided to go to my parent’s house for some sober food. I did, however, decide against cleaning the pot, knowing that the night was still young and Pasta Plus might make for a good ‘flavor kicker’ later tonight.