the magical fettuccine

i could imagine playing my fork with the slightly oily pasta, placing it against my spoon and begin rolling it, watching the just-right-amount of cream lingering, carrying mushrooms, tuna chunks, garlic chunks, and black pepper altogether. i would raise the fork towards my mouth, touching the heavenly mixed ingredients to my longing tongue, licking and chewing in squealed delight.

oh my.
im desperately craving for my sister's fettuccine.