Spaghetti and meatballs.

Rather graphic recollection of an episode of binge/purge.

Damn, that hurt. It really did. The girl had never been
hurt like that before. Never. One mistake, two, leads to a thrust out of
your god damn life.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore Mary, so just leave me alone."
It was just then that the brown hair and the smokey mangoes lost
their scent and the girl wanted nothing more than to cry again. It felt
as though she had lost two of the most meaningful people in her life
simultaneously.
And in this frustration and this secret fear of loneliness she could feel
the pressure. Ed could always be there to make the hurt go away. The
loneliness, the distrust in the world, it could all flush down the toilet
with a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs.