I've Never Been Called Betty Spaghetti

Ever. I've never been tall. I've never been super skinny. Therefore, I've never been called Betty Spaghetti. I've been called Jennie Henny. Jennie the Penny. Jennie, what are those spots on your arms?? Etc. And my name's not Betty. But I do LOVE Spaghetti!

When Daniel and I were first engaged, he would come down to my parents' house after work during the week so we could plan and dream. My mom made spaghetti for dinner weekly. My whole life. I always enjoyed spaghetti night. So one night Daniel got there and hadn't had dinner. It was spaghetti night. So I dished him a plate full of it. Mmmm. Lots of yummy hot spaghetti. He ate slowly and deliberately. He finished his plate and I asked him if he wanted more. The look on his face should have been a clue. Or maybe it was lust. He said no and we went on to our nightly planning and dreaming.

I later learned that Daniel doesn't like spaghetti. Or cherry anything. Or tuna. Or raisins. The tuna and raisins I can live with. He still won't kiss me if I've eaten something cherry flavored. But I won't kiss him if he's eaten raw onions. (So there!) And one night early on in our marriage when I made spaghetti, he only ate the salad and green beans. I ate spaghetti for lunch for the next couple days. That was when I learned of his dislike. I didn't make it again for years. Years. Then I couldn't stand it anymore. I made spaghetti. My kids LOVED it. Daniel just picked at it. Spaghetti is a weekly meal at our house now. I try not to make anything else with it just so Daniel has to eat it. Is that mean? No. Spaghetti is cheap. It's easy. It's yummy. He has learned to deal with it. And eat it. Just like my kids when they don't like something I've made.

I still don't get called Betty Spaghetti. But at least I don't hear, "She has freckles on her butt she's nice" anymore That's a relief.

Happy Saturday!

And may all your spaghetti be aldente!