There may be little more that makes me feel better than a nice bowl of Spaghettios. When I was a little kid and sick, all I wanted was Spaghettios. I was never a fan of Chicken Noodle Soup and Spaghettios were my comfort food. I always asked for them if I didn’t feel well. My momma used to say that opening the can of pasta in sauce made her want to vomit yet those were just the things I wanted.
Even as an adult I find that if I don’t feel well, I want Spaghettios. They just make life better. I’m not sure if they draw me back to a more simpler time, where I didn’t have so much responsibility, or if I just really love the taste. Sometimes I think I’m too old for Spaghettios but I’m not sure about life without them. So for now I’ll just open a can, pop it in the microwave, and enjoy little o’s in cheese flavored tomato sauce.
Even as an adult I find that if I don’t feel well, I want Spaghettios. They just make life better. I’m not sure if they draw me back to a more simpler time, where I didn’t have so much responsibility, or if I just really love the taste. Sometimes I think I’m too old for Spaghettios but I’m not sure about life without them. So for now I’ll just open a can, pop it in the microwave, and enjoy little o’s in cheese flavored tomato sauce.
1 comment:
FYI, I LOVE spaghettios and I even had them on Christmas Eve with Mr. Bossy. It was the best!
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