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Travel Man and I have this ongoing discussion each and every time that I make spaghetti for dinner. Homemade spaghetti is his favorite “first night” home dinner when he comes back from a trip.
The all important question is this- when you sit down at your dining table to enjoy your spaghetti do you cut your noodles, or do you just twirl your noodles onto your fork?
Growing up I was always used to sitting down with my family to a wonderfully prepared spaghetti dinner, and watching and listening to my Dad chop his spaghetti into bite size morsels. It became almost ceremonial as we got a little older. My Dads chopping would get a little loud and we somehow started calling the chopping “gaping”. We would chime, “gape, gape, gape” as my dad cut up his spaghetti to eat it. What a funny little family tradition.
Travel Man’s opinion of this is that it’s a waste of time to cut your spaghetti. He’s a twirler. I repeatedly try to give him a knife with his spaghetti dinner, and he always refuses.
So here’s my curiosity- do you have a spaghetti preference? Is there a story behind your spaghetti preference? I would love to hear your thoughts on this subject.
I’m a (not very talented) twirler. I have fond memories of my father, who was a much better twirler… perhaps approaching professional status, using a fork and a large spoon. He’d pick up a bunch of noodles on his fork, then hold the tines in the bowl of the spoon and twirl away. What a master! I don’t use a spoon when I twirl, but I still make his “famous” spaghetti and clam sauce recipe.
What a great story Janis. I just love those fond family memories. Glad you stopped by for a visit today.
My husband and I are both twirlers. And slurpers when an errant noodle refuses to be twirled.
Fun topic! Your post made me smile imagining your dad chopping and you kids being enthralled. 😀
Ha! I love that Lisa, especially admitting the the slurping part. So glad you stopped by for a visit today.
I am a twirler and I have a vivid memory of being about 10 and going to a Girl Scout luncheon at some one’s home and the lady served us spaghetti. When I began to twirl mine she politely asked me not to as it would scratch her good silver!
What a wonderful memory. It always amazes me how a silly little thing like spaghetti can evoke such memories of times gone by. Glad you stopped by for a visit today.
I’m definitely a twirler. Messy or not, it’s the way I enjoy it.
Funny, you reminded me of my dad, who loved Mom’s spaghetti when he returned from business trips!
After seeing the comments from all of the twirlers I’m thinking my Dad’s method was an anomaly ! So glad you stopped by for a visit Jennifer.