There really wasn't a way I could do this neatly. The shells kept tearing if they weren't already torn, and the pan wasn't big enough. My brother called it lasagna, and it might as well have been. Sideways lasagna.
Leftover manicotti shells filled with ricotta, spinach, and sausage with homemade tomato sauce on top. I had lunch for four days.
Messy like the final presentation of my meals for five for one. Messy like the kitchen aftermath. Messy like my room, especially before move-out day. Messy like my state of mind most other days. Messy like I hope my road trip is not. And possibly the rest of my life.
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