Don't cry over spilt penne.

When a pound of uncooked penne hit the floor this evening via the hands of chef Ryan we adopted the aforementioned phrase. First, we practiced counting with it. Then a cyclical combination of refilling and spilling the box sure was delightful. Round three of what to do with pasta was all on Ryan's imagination. The picture is going to have to help me on this one. Ryan carried the pasta - piece by piece - and dropped it in the space between the screen and the screen protector on our door. It really nails that Italian welcome we've been looking for.