i don’t like a fried egg on top of my pasta, I text you, attaching a photo of my carbonara. also, carbonara should be simple — eggs, cheese, bacon (or pancetta). the end. idk what’s in this to make it kinda … granular?
Granular?!? you text back.
When we first started texting, you found it funny that I type out all my words, no “u” for “you,” “ur” for “your,” but love text speak and don’t capitalize anything. Doesn’t your phone automatically capitalize shit for you? you asked once when we were Facetiming in the early days of us.
Yeahhh. I disabled that, I said.
You don’t capitalize your emails either.
I do … if it’s a work email … I don’t like capitalizing.
I don’t know. I like how lowercase looks? It’s too much effort, reaching for the damn shift key?
Riiiiight, you said and laughed, much like I imagine you’re laughing now, though your next text concedes to me, Ok yeah tho granular carbonara is weird and a fried egg sounds weird if it’s not a crispy egg.
yeah! and it’s excessive! a soft fried egg on top of a dish that should already be loaded with eggs? i like eggs and even i think that’s too much!
Haha I thought you went here because you liked it so much last year.
pasta’s fresh. and omg this apple fennel salad with dates is fucking BOMB.
I’m not making it for you don’t even bother asking.
i think it’s funny that, after we started texting, you starting typing out all your words, too. For the record, I never said anything about your “ur”s or “u”s or whatever other shortened spellings exist — you did that all on your own.