I am watching my husband clean out his tool bag. It makes me think of my make-up drawer. Some things you use and some things you don't. Some things just don't live up to the promises the packages proclaimed.
He just informed me that he doesn't like spaghetti. This is after almost eighteen years of cooking it. The topic of spaghetti came up because I mentioned that was what I was making for supper. The oldest chimed in. He doesn't really care for spaghetti either.
Where are these people when I'm asking on my way out the door to the grocery store, "What's everybody want for supper this week?" Oh, they're around, but you can't get a solid answer out of anyone. Except for the middle's "Cashew Chicken!" and the youngest's "Sandwich Ring!"... things are pretty much left up to me.
And guess what? I like spaghetti. As a matter of fact, I love spaghetti. I could eat some kind of pasta dish practically every night. And pizza. Don't even get me started there. So it doesn't take a genius to figure out that when the suggestions are few and far between, mama's choice will win the prize.
And for the record, it's not like I fix spaghetti all the time- probably every other week. People around here are just too picky at times. I was reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's The Long Winter the other night (my all-time favorite). They survived on coarse brown bread and plain potatoes for a good month or so. Considering that thinned out codfish gravy on the bread was considered a special treat, I think it's safe to say pickiness around the dinner table was not an option.
Oh, how far we have fallen.
As the tool clean-up continued, I was given the go-ahead for spaghetti. (Really?) Evidently the meatballs are pretty good and so is the sauce. Okay, then, you do like my spaghetti. Well, I've changed my mind.
It's now a Chinese kind of night.
2 comments:
Cliff's favorite food is spaghetti. One time he did inform me that chocolate chip cookies aren't really at the top of his cookie list, so I stopped baking them unless the grandkids were here. Guess who ate more than the grandkids?
So, does he like them or not? Beats me.
Funny you should mention spaghetti, that is what we had for supper tonight. Dad informed me he has gotten use to the sauce I buy that has garlic in it and likes it better than the sauce we had tonight, just meat flavored. This came from a man that doesn't like garlic...or thought he didn't.
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