the way to someone's heart is through their stomach, although i think a straight shot through the chest with a butcher knife might be a more effective use of time. today i was informed that men are like waffles, and women are like spaghetti.
waffles: organized, ordered, separated, clearly defined, compartmentalized.
spaghetti: disorganized, touches everything and itself, chaotic.
one of my favourite memories as a child, was when my dad taught me to throw spaghetti at the wall to see if it was done.
i think the gluten-a-phobes are seriously missing out.