Pasta Non Basta!

As part of a RACK Moments Remembered series I am going to initiate....let's begin at the night of the Pasta Non Basta annihilation circa 2003.

There is a restaurant in Rome. At this restaurant a table is given a big plate of pasta. Once this plate has been consumed, another plate of a different type of pasta is given...this continues until the patrons are so stuffed they no longer remember where they are or how they go there.

The RACK can eat. We have gotten a little wussy in our old age (or our metabolism has slowed down rendering us unable to consume the massive quantities of food that we ate while in Rome...think entire pizzas (1 per RACK member) for dinner chased with some gelato...not kidding).

We were challenged by a group we will call the Siena Kids to a pasta eat-off. What better place than Italy to accept this type of challenge. If you want to call it a challenge...because it wasn't.

We smoked them. The four of us out-ate a table of guys without even a burp. (I take that back..I probably burped at some point).

They pasta was flying at us left and right! We ate it and we liked it. We even had the challenge of having a vegetarian on our team.

Whenever a plate would come out that had any type of animal product, the 3 non-veggies would eat even more. When it was a veg plate, the C would eat more to make up for it. Such team work brings a tear to my eye.

I think we ate....8...was it 8? Plates of pasta. Then, after a celebratory "in yo' face" moment, we realized what we had done. It was painful. Pain. Full.

Totally worth it though. However, the Siena Kids had the nerve to challenge our victory. They still haven't given up their weak argument that we somehow were not victorious.

In all actuality, they probably have all forgotten about this event and moved on with their lives. The RACK however, brings it up whenever we get together. We get mad. We start explaining to anyone in earshot that we are indeed the victors and nobody will take that away from us! I also don't think we would say no to a rematch...mmm...pasta...

Example: 6 years after this competition, we are all hanging out at Carrie's parents' house in NY. Somehow pasta non basta (that means pasta non-stop in Italian) comes up. Pretty soon our voices are raised and we are pacing around explaining to nobody in particular the logistics of how we won and why it makes us so awesome.

Then we realize that nobody else cares.

Just another look into the life of a RACK.