My mother cooked spaghetti
When she
made her fish croquettes,
The salmon
from a can, a dish
One easily
forgets.
Ronzoni was
her pasta brand;
The box was
blue and bold.
This never
varied, even though
Some other
brands were sold.
The water boiled
inside a pot
And when the
time arrived
To drop in
the spaghetti,
We were
somehow all deprived
Of a meal
Italians would condone
Because –
you might just laugh –
To make the
cooking easier,
She broke
the strands in half!
It never
felt quite right to me,
Yet when I
cook today,
I understand
exactly why
She made her
dish that way.
You have to
force spaghetti down,
Unless your
pot is huge,
So breaking
it in half is like
A clever
subterfuge.
I cook it in
the proper way
And haven’t
backed down yet,
But I still
can’t get my spouse to try
The go-with
fish croquette!
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