Lizette’s Spaghetti Tragedy

October 15, 2008

In high school, I thought I cooked the best spaghetti in the world. My dad taught me, and I thought that he cooked the best spaghetti in the world. Then I entered college and started eating spaghetti from other places. Some are worthy embellishments on the floor in the form of vomit, while others deserve to appear magically on my dinner table every night. Suffice it to say, I discovered that I in fact do not cook the best spaghetti in the world.