emergency pasta

I just ate some spaghetti for lunch. Maricho made it for "Justin" and I... he said, "I am so sorry! This pasta is not very good-- I am ashamed. But I was so hungry I had to make emergency pasta." And of course, I thought it was delicious. But according to Maricho's standards it was like "eating glue." He told me, "I invite you next time I make the good pasta." Oh don't worry Maricho, I will be there. And all things considered, for making an "emergency pasta," it was very tasty, and it took him over 30 minutes to prepare! He made the sauce from tomato paste, cream, onions, and a few other spices. I cannot imagine how long it would take him to make "the good pasta..."
While Maricho prepared the pasta, I sat quietly at the table with two other girls from Japan who were making cake. "She wanted cake!" Hana said about her Japanese friend and roommate, "So we make it." They whipped the eggs and flour and other misc. cake ingredients to a fluffy perfection and put it in their small round pan. It was baking in the oven when I left and they were making the cream for the topping.
And now here I am telling you about my lunch. I think I am going to go for a walk.