Thursday 19th May 2011
Mum & Dad are coming today. They always get a late flight and arrive ready for some food. It has become tradition to make this for their dinner. It reheats well in the microwave and it’s not too fussy to eat, meaning we can eat and chat informally.
Dad loves the tradition of the “spag Bol”. He always asks enthusiastically, before he comes, if I’m going to make it and has been known to boast to his friends that he’s going to Barcelona and he’s got spaghetti Bolognese waiting for him on arrival.
Although having said that, he’s more interested in the Bolognese than the spaghetti and given half a chance would prefer to eat just a bowl of the meaty sauce without the pasta.
Not sure Mum would be too happy if I did that. 😉
Zephy has spaghetti at school but it’s more like a tomato purée sauce that something ladened with vegetable.
“Do the children like the spaghetti at school?” I enquired while I was doing the washing up.
“Half-half.” He replied between slurps.
“Do you like spaghetti?” I continued.
“Yeah.” He said shrugging his shoulders.
Can’t have been too bad. He polished off a big enough bowl of it. 😉