Alfredo: The Sauce of Despair

It all started with a simple can of condensed milk. One can. One man. One catastrophe.

Alfredo, a once-respected chef, had a vision: a sauce so divine, so creamy, so utterly inescapable. He mixed and he measured, he stirred and he prayed. And then... he overcooked it.

The kitchen was a mess, the kitchen was a nightmare. Alfredo's kitchen. Where a sauce that started as a promise ended as a prison. His family fled, his neighbors fled. The neighbors' dogs fled.

But still, Alfredo persevered. He stirred the sauce, he re-stirred it, he added more condensed milk. And still, it didn't set.

Now, the sauce has consumed him. Body, mind, and kitchen. He's lost all sense of time, of space, of self. He dreams of creamy, dreamy Alfredo-filled nights. And when he wakes, he stirs, he adds, and he... sighs.

Read the Recipes that Led to His Downfall or, for the more adventurous, The Undercooked Pasta Quest