Little Round Spaghetti in a Can

I have no idea why my children, and now my grandchildren have always loved little round spaghetti in a can. Being of Italian heritage, I come from the school of thought that says that real spaghetti sauce is started by 7AM at the latest, cooked all day, and served at dinner steaming hot with homemade rolls, salad and lots of cheese. I still make my own sauce, though I don't start it 7Am. Though, come to think of it, sometimes I do. I use canned puree, though, and add spices, meat, etc., but that's only because I leave for work around 7AM.

My mother doesn't even make her own sauce any more, even though I assure her that Grandma would be rolling over in her grave if she knew.

Anyway, my grandson, Andrew, who was staying with me today, brought a can of spaghetti to me that he found in the cupboard, and when I correctly deduced that he wanted them for lunch, proceeded to finish off pretty much an entire can, sharing some with his little sister. I think they taste disgusting. I tried some, just to see if they were cool enough. Yuk!

Ready for Christmas?

No, I am not even close to being ready for Christmas. We don't have our tree up, we have no decorations out. I have made some cookies, and I have done some shopping, but I can't say I'm ready, in spite of the fact that I've been hearing Christmas music since Halloween. I did send out some cards, I actually made the ones I sent.