It was a beautiful evening, the sun had just set over the ocean. But little did we know, disaster struck. The pasta had been left on the counter, and the lid of the pot had been knocked off.
The sauce had spilled, covering the kitchen in a mess of epic proportions. Red sauce stains on the white countertops, sticky sauce stuck to the bottom of the shoes, it was a real mess.
But, as we stood there, surrounded by the chaos, we realized that even in the mess, there was beauty. The way the sauce had splattered across the floor, like a abstract painting by a mad artist, the way the noodles had entwined themselves like a macabre dance of the damned.
And so, we decided to roll with it. To take the exceptional results of our spill, and turn them into something beautiful. And thus, Spilled Pasta was born.