This is a little bit hard for me to admit, but, when I'm hungry and Jon is flying or not home, I just make myself pasta and add sauce... from a jar. And I do this at least every three days or so. And I never get sick of it and I never feel guilty *enough* to make something healthy. And the last couple of weeks when I've been on steroids (over now!), I ate almost a half a box of pasta a day.
I'm only a quarter Italian. So here are the parts of me where that 25% is manifest: My nose and my stomach.