22 December 2007

a Christmas vignette

Scene: the kitchen. I’m making a lasagna for a Christmas party tomorrow, my sister is sitting on the floor knitting, my mom is washing dishes. I have used two full bottles of spaghetti sauce on the lasagna, repeatedly saying how much I like it with lots of sauce, but the noodles don’t seem to be gone.

“Add another layer of noodles,” my mom suggests.

“No, I like it really saucy. I can’t stand it when there are too many noodles compared to sauce.”

I pause and think for minute.

“Or maybe it’s the other way around. Maybe I like it with lots of noodles and can’t stand too much sauce. I can’t remember.”

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