D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

I've been cooking dinners (I hate cooking but there's no excuse on my vacation). Pasta, since I'm not sure how old my rice is. I had an unopened bag of super-huge roundels–of a size suitable for stringing up as decorations. Unfortunately, since the pasta is organic and artisan-made, the plastic bag was rather brittle, suddenly split, and out clattered numerous humongoid pasta roundels onto the floor. Where the dog proceeded to crunch up what he could find and then play chase-the-macaroni loudly and with much panting while I tried to cook around him. I retrieved some of them, but who knows how many vanished into his maw. I hope they don't give him a tummy ache.