Recipe writers need to fuck off with the baked spaghetti bullshit. Spaghetti is not a fucking baking pasta. It's for twirling! You cannot twirl spaghetti that has been put in the oven. It's like trying to marry the man you met at a Sicilian dance club and had a summer fling with. It's supposed to be loose and messy, leaving red Amarone stains on your white shirt. If you put that man in a casserole, you'll just dry him out until there's nothing but congealed pasta covered in cheese . You'll have to chop him up with a spatula in order to serve him. And for what? You couldn't have settled for the Farfelle in accounting? Or macaroni in HR? They were made for the crucible of marriage and casseroles. But, no, you want to try and tame Spaghetti, the clubber from Sicily. Don't come crying to me when in three days, he no longer tastes like the man you brought home from the club.
