Today
Dinner was tomato linguini
Which is a thicker spaghetti and I make it a special way beloved by everyone. It's requested quite often and depending on the availability I use different shapes: sometimes farfalle, sometimes fusilli and sometimes macaroni but usually it's spaghetti or linguini. What doesn't change is the sauce recipe which I have honed and perfected over the last decade and every couple weeks I prepare this repast, as well as each time I visit home I cook this dish, not least cuz it's easy to throw together.
Today I made the very pasta and saw the MIL pick it up in strands, not with a fork but with her index finger and thumb.
I saw her wrapping strands of linguini around the garlic bread I served, I saw her shove a mound of pasta, picked up with her fingers on the bread and finally I saw her push away the plate and not eat anymore .
To say that I gave a flying fuck would be an overstatement cuz I got to eat something I'd been wanting to for a while and cuz I'm tired of the same old
And no, I don't care she couldn't eat much cuz it's her own fault for not having a wider palette.
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