Lemon Zest with a Hint of Grated Knuckle

I look damn cute in an apron and bandana. That is the only reason I try not to cook or wear headscarves. Too much attention.
But I broke all the rules for Anne on Monday night. We went to Let's Dish to pre-pre-pare some meals for once her baby #2 arrives in t-minus-7 days. My own cooking philosophy borrows from the ancient Greek tradition of "oknonos," also known as, "reheating bags of frozen pasta from Trader Joe's."
"They are delicious."
"I know."
"I especially enjoy the arrabiata sauce because it looks all innocent like 'Who, me? I'm with marinara' when really it's waiting to burn its way into your belly."
"Menacing."
"Yes."
"You should get back to writing."
"Well, fine day to you, too."
"And don't forget to give Sara J the birthday shout-out."
"..."
"I know. But I watched TRL yesterday and it was in my head."
"..."
"I'm sorry. Tell me more about that pasta."
"[middle finger]"