I feel like this poem may need a preface. I don’t know why pasta sauce was so prominently on my mind when I wrote this poem, but I bought pasta sauce from Whole Foods a week ago. When I was checking out, the cashier told me that she loved the brand of sauce I got and said she would never make sauce again or buy another kind again. That came to me as I was searching for inspiration, so bon appétit!
Day 17: “Homemade Pasta”
Store-bought pasta sauce
decorates the noodles nicely
Store-bought pasta sauce
makes you new friends
Store-bought pasta sauce
saves you time
Store-bought pasta sauce
brings compliments to the chef
Got a problem?
Maybe store-bought pasta sauce is right for you.
Faking It Made 