al dente....

isn't it funny how your tastes change as you get older.

as i was pulling noodles from the pot today to test for their firmness, i recalled how, to me, al dente used to mean "not done." now, the thought of mushy pasta is damned near repulsive. i am, however eating angel hair, which i detest, but someone gave it to me, so i couldn't refuse. plus, i'm out of fettucine.

and it's definitely not just tastes in food that have changed. i am attracted to different women. the girls that i've dated in the last few years (all 3 of them in the last six...) are girls that i wouldn't have given a second look in earlier days.