Monday, September 15, 2008
One time Katie and I were hanging out with our friends and we were going to make dinner together, we all split up to get the different ingredients, mine was italian bread because we were making spaghetti. When Kim and Grace came back with a jar of Prego, I thought they were joking, so I laughed like "OK, where is the REAL jar of sauce that we will actually eat?" but they were serious. I couldn't believe it, responding very graciously, as I am known for, I led them back to the sauce aisle, and showed them the acceptable options: Bertolli or Newman's Own (except for the italian sausage and peppers variety). They asked about Ragu as an alternative, but thy could see by my face that they should probably just drop it.( Classico is passable in a pinch if you have a lot of extra spices and garlic at home to give it more flavor.) Once we had the sauce, Bertolli (5 cheese), we headed back to the house. Once they actually tasted the Bertolli, their jaws dropped in collective wonder, and they apologized for trying to force low-grade sauce onto the group. We then forgave them according to the principles found in Matthew 18. Man, I remember that night like it happened yesterday. Anyway...My point is that Katie is pregnant, and I think I want some spaghetti now.