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Simple pleasures - March 23rd, 2020

March 23rd, 2020 - day 5

I scored some pasta today at the store so tonight I stuffed my face.  After a week of canned soup, cereal and whatever frozen food was leftover in the freezer section, this spaghetti tasted unbelievably good!!!  Buon appetito!

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