COOKED: Spaghetti Squash Stir-Fry Or Lucia Felt Oddly Healthy

But I mean, I had to, right? I had the ba--guts... to buy the squash, so that meant I had to keep it together long enough to eat all of it. Which isn't really much of a problem, but I've got to add some sort of intrigue to this damn post, so here we go. Fried! Stirred! Eaten in bed! If this post is getting too hot for you, I suggest immediate scampering, tail between the legs optional. I'll just be here, popping a pea between my teeth while thinking thoughts about... about... hmm. My internet just died. I can't think without that. What to do, what to do! My sentence structure will surely collapse, my words will jumble, all will implode upon itself in an unflattering manner. I... without the internet... this wonderful world of wireless is throwing me for a loop. The ability to think straight has vanished, so here, have a picture or two!

Chow, Lucia

PS, mine internet had return. I speek frily!