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Originally Posted by Giraffe

I could go on and on here but I'll end with this one. Spaghetti. My fathers family is from Sicily. His father (my grandfather) immigrated from Sicily in the early 1900s, established himself here in America then went back and brought his wife and kids back and had two more rug rats. My dad being one of them.

Anyway, my grandmother didn't speak a lick of english but she taught my mom -who is 100% Irish- how to make all these italian dishes which naturally included spaghetti.

To this day I can't eat ANYONES spaghetti but my mothers. My sister tries but I wanna puke this shit up on her kitchen floor. And forget restaurant spaghetti. I wouldn't feed that shit to the neighbor's cat. It's the one dish I'll probably never have again when my mom passes.

My wife claims to have ties to Sicily. She can open a mean jar of store bought sauce.