Rebel Without A Clue
So when I was 16, I had this genius idea to pierce my tongue. I was cool. I was hip. I was no longer able to eat spaghetti! If I’d have known when I let them jam a metal rod through my tongue that it would severely limit the range of food I could consume, I wouldn’t have done it. Of course, it was too late by the time I had my revelation. Le sigh. After two spaghetti-less years, I finally abandoned my tongue ring on the bathroom sink. Never fear. My parents weren’t relieved for long. I got a tattoo about 2 weeks later….cause I’m a rebel. You know who else is a rebel? Angie from Angie’s Recipes. She’s a cooking rebel. A few weeks ago she wow’d me with her Spaghetti Nests.
Satisfy your inner naughty. You know you want to.