Not too long ago, my mother and I were talking about food and diets.
"Your grandmother used to feed you pasta five nights a week," my
mother insisted.
"She did not!" I exclaimed, stung. After all, I remembered my
grandmother as a wonderfully varied cook who could make anything
taste wonderful. She served all sorts of meals, not just pasta!
There was spaghetti, of course - she was Italian, after all. But she
also made Ziti with vegetables. And Linguine. And tuna casserole
with. ..elbow macaroni. By the time I'd finished naming off a
typical week's worth of menus, I had to concede my mother's point -
but I made mine as well. "But... it didn't FEEL like we were eating
pasta every night!"
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