- Never ask a hungry Italian man how much pasta to cook…and
- Never send a hungry, homesick Canadian to do the grocery shopping.
My sister-in-law and her boyfriend came up for a visit this weekend. While everyone was up on the hill trying out new grass cutting machines, I was attempting to rustle up some lunch for 4 people. How I ended up as the chef dejour is a bit mystifying considering that I am the only non-Italian.
Anyways, they obviously figured I couldn’t screw up salad and spaghetti and they were probably too hungry to care all that much. My very thirsty brother-in-law in waiting came down for some water…I innocently asked him if he thought I should cook the entire box of pasta. Sure! he says. It’s now Tuesday and we still have leftover spaghetti in the fridge.
My great escape and grocery shopping trip was a small step into civilization. After all, if I am a resident here shouldn’t I be seen doing normal things like buying food occasionally? I have been hanging out here for quite some time waiting for the Police and I desperately needed to get out of the house even if it was just to buy food.
I must have been subconsciously homesick or something because I came back with hamburgers, hotdogs and a 6 pack of Mars bars. I suppose this was my way of rebelling against the Italian system and all that Italy stands for. Who needs fresh pasta and good wine? I’ve got hotdogs and peanut butter thank you very much!
And you thought a 44 year old woman writes this blog…I guess I forgot to mention my immature side : )