Slimy, white goop—that’s what we had for dinner the other night. It was “Alfredo sauce “out of a jar. I don’t know why I buy that stuff, I guess because I was hungry and in a weak moment, and I keep thinking about restaurant prepared meals, but this is not it. I’m not a good cook, but even I can make a pasta sauce that passes as “Alfredo “that’s so much better than the salty tasteless junk in a jar.
I may feed the rest of it to our dog.