Spaghetti & Meatballs

My mom invited us over for spaghetti dinner last night. No one cooks better spaghetti & meatballs than my mom, with the exception of my belated grandmother. My mom cooks enough food to feed an army. I guess that's the Italian in her. She's a wonderful cook! Gee, I wonder what happened to me? I'm a lousy cook.

I guess it all started when I was a kid around 12 years old. One day, while my mom was at work, I decided that I would surprise her with a home cook meal. I saw a can of tomatoes and a box of spaghetti on the kitchen counter. I thought, "Gee, I can do this." I opened the can of tomatoes and put it in a saucepan. Then I put the whole two pounds of dry spaghetti in the pan with the sauce and turned the burner on high. I though it was kind of strange that the spaghetti would not lie down. It was sticking straight out of the saucepan.

Then I heard my mom driving up to the drive way. OMG! What was I to do? So I turned the stove off. I Grabbed the saucepan with the spaghetti and ran in my bedroom. I shut the door and put the sauce pan under my bed. Now how dumb is that? I heard my mom walking in with my grandmother. My grandmother said "Something smells good! Smells like someone is cooking spaghetti." I lied and told her I was cooking eggs (the only answer I could think of at the time).

I was hoping that my grandmother and mom would leave, however they never left. So I went back to my bedroom and got the saucepan from under my bed. I snuck in the bathroom and flushed the spaghetti down the toilet. Then I put the pan under the cabinet sink. Being nervous and feeling stupid, I didn't want to hang around, so I went to my friends house. When I returned an hour later, I was busted. My mom knew I had flushed the spaghetti down the toilet. When I asked her how did she know. She said "There was tomato sauce all over the seat."

Even as an adult I still can't cook. How unfortunate for my husband. Gordon now repairs computers in our neighborhood for cookies (LOL)!