Fifteen minutes later, Mom’s voice: “It’s ready!”
Eyes slitted open. “Huh?”
“Spaghetti’s ready, come and get it!”
“Ugh,” we groaned.
“Come on!” came Mom’s voice more urgently.
Now…both my parents grew up during the Great Depression. Both had learned that you do NOT waste food.
My brother and I looked at each other. We rolled off the couch and weebled and wobbled out to the dining room. There we saw what looked to be a pot containing maybe ten pounds of spaghetti. Without another word, Mom heaped at least a couple pounds each onto our plates. My brother and I looked at each other again.
“Sit down and eat it. I’m not wasting food!” said Mom.
Without another word, we sat down and began shoveling.
Funny…I don’t remember what happened next. I might have exploded. I might have passed out and face planted into my spaghetti. Don’t know. All I do know is, next morning…my brother and I were on the dawn patrol again…
