I sat there and looked at the meager dry goods in our cupboard for a long time, debating what to make. Resigning myself to mediocrity, I took a box of “deluxe” Hannaford shells and cheese from one of the shelves and set up a pan with some water to boil for the shell noodles. “Why must I settle for this paltry fare?” I asked. “Hashtag first world problems,” I added, in case anyone was listening and silently judging me. Suddenly – a mist began to swirl from the opened box of generic pasta. I dropped it in fright and backed against the wall. A gorgeous woman appeared in a cloak covered in shining stars and nebulas. She was carrying a globe in one hand…