Usually my host mom Alessandra is at work when I come home for lunch but she always has lunch waiting for me in the fridge or on the stove. One day this week, I told her not to worry about it, thinking I could manage spaghetti on my own. I thought, "How exciting, my first Italian cooking experience!". The fact that the stove was out of gas when I started should have been a warning for me to STOP NOW, but I continued anyway. I called Alessandra when the stove didn't work and she told me to go to the apartment next door, where he mother, Nonna (grandma) Mira lives. So, I headed next door and finished boiling my water and then came back in the apartment to finish up with the butter and parmesan cheese. Unfortunately, I have never had a more disgusting plate of spaghetti, not even for school lunch. I guess I will never be "Mr. Italian Chef", and I will leave Italian cooking to the pros but I'm satisfied just eating it. I only regret that I won't be able to come home and cook everybody some Italian recipe because I fear another disaster.
You should have put syrup on it- you know it IS one of the 4 food groups at the North Pole. Maybe that would have helped. I see you have the Coca Cola though- hope you didn't burp the alphabet and haven't taken to eating the gum on the subway railings. I know you can do better because I have seen you do it here on our electric stove! I would eat your cooking anytime and really miss your brownies!
ReplyDeletep.s. Were the 3 servings of fruit and the veg put there for show or did you really eat them? If you did eat them - good for you- I didn't know you liked cantalope- yum!
ReplyDeleteIt all LOOKs delicious Casey! You can cook for me anytime! Nonna Mira saves the day! Oh, I've got your birthday card - - HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY! I'll check with your mom on how to send it. Love, Aunt Eileen
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