Basghetti and Meatballs

Tonight, we finally made the trip to visit the Missoula Food Co-op. We looked like lost little lobsters walking through a grain field seeking out someone for membership information. Nate told me to erase that sentence. But I didn't.



Spaghetti and meatballs were on the menu made from our Co-op findings. We ate outside in the post-rain dampness. Despite the good times, our house still smells of meatballs. The fucking doors and windows are now open and the fan is running (despite the late night temperature), creating a perfectly chilly climate for Nate's new patagonia coat.



- K & N