Palin Pasta
On this, the last day of the 2008 election, and thus probably the last day the name Palin will decorate our highway medians (at least for three and a half years), I give you a final culinary thought on the election season:
No, your eyes do not deceive you. What you see above is pasta in the form of tiny spinach and egg moose. I haven’t yet tried this miracle of modern pasta science, but I already know how it will taste–like bitter, bitter tears.
