Oh sure. You could slap some beef ragu on some penne, maybe mix in a little cream if you’re feeling frisky, and then call it a day. But where’s the love? The comfort? The blood, sweat, tears?? If you want people to think you’re merely average then I implore you to follow through with the above method of entertaining. It’ll get you a solid 3 out of 5.
But not this lady. I want people (and by people, sometimes I mean just me…sometimes it’s all just for me!) to know that I positively slaved over a complicated process that would make even Leonardo cross his eyes in wonderment. And why?