I'm Roy G. Biv, the rainbow man.

On the way home from work on St. Patrick's Day, I told my friend about how my mom would go all out with our dinner on certain holidays. I told her how she would dye our rice green, make green Jello, and make green cheesecake each year. (Lo and behold, the very next day my mom wrote a blog entry about just that.) I then lamented about how I was a lamesauce wife because I hadn't planned to do any of those fun things for dinner that night.

As it turns out, I ended up being even more lamesauce because I didn't even prepare dinner that night. Jacob came through and made us some chicken-flavored rice combined with Spam. An unusual combination, perhaps, but not bad. And you have to give the man props for effort.

The next day, I decided that we needed to celebrate St. Patrick's Day after all. I knew my mom turned rice green by adding dye to the water while it was cooking, so I wondered if I could dye pasta the same way. And since I was making fettucine alfredo, I might as well dye the alfredo sauce, too! . . . Right?

The end results were . . . scary.

I took a picture of Jacob eating some of the fettucine, and he looked akin to a swamp monster. However, he made me promise not to post it on the blog or facebook (he's worried that one day a future employer will stumble across this site and refuse to employ him on grounds of being awkward or something). But! I am not a girl to let down her loyal fans. So I made a picture in Paint that is a pretty good representation of the original, in my humble opinion:

Not bad, eh? Eh?

I also had the urge to dye our milk green, despite the fact that it looks really foul:

So there you have it. Our fantastic St. Patrick's Day dinner (albeit one day late).

And word to the wise: don't add food coloring to your pasta.