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Monday, October 6, 2008
Do you spoon?
I made spagetti for Tela this evening, and it got me to thinking, how many ways are there to eat spagetti? She makes a great show of slurping, the longer, the bigger, the noisier, the messier the slurp the better, but I know people who methodically spoon and swirl their noodles, while yet others cut theirs with a knife and fork. I don't eat 'noodles' like most people, I eat something called shiritaki noodles, which are from the roots of yams, or something odd like that. No wheat/grain etc. My stomache doesn't like noodles, but my taste buds do. I sat accross the table, and marvelled at the magnificance of the power of the slurp, and was saddened by my loss of noodle slurpage. It made me think of what I was missing, and maybe I am missing more than I know. Is there other ways to enjoy those delectable long stringy white stomache killing delectables? What are you favourite ways to eat spagetti? Do you chop, do you spoon and swirl, do you slurp, is there anything out there I have never seen??????
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My life would be over if I couldn't eat pasta! I don't try to be a slurper, but I usually end up messy one way or the other. But only if I'm eating long spaghetti. Any other noodles and I'm pretty clean:)
I chop, food sounds make me batty!
My kids enjoyed the long spaghetti when they were babies, but wanted it cut up later.
My favorite story is my then 15 year old daughter at the table one evening, breathlessly explaining in detail why she was old enough, mature enough, and responsible enough to get her driver's license. Without a pause, she ended with "Mom will you cut up my spaghetti?"
I am gluten free so I can not eat "regular" pasta (which I loved so much before I found out it was making me sick) I do like those Japanese rice noodles, they don't have much flavor of their own, but they go great with any kind of sauce. I tend to swirl with a knife and spoon.
My favorite spaghetti story:
when my kids were 11, 12, and 14, I though they were old enough to leave by themselves while I went to a meeting. I made their dinner of spaghetti and told them to clean up the kitchen before I got home. So, when I came home and the kitchen was spotless, I was so proud. Until about three days later when we sat down to dinner, and a single dried up piece of spaghetti fell from the ceiling fan onto the table. There was complete silence throughout the entire meal.
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