I never met a man who didn’t like spaghetti. I didn’t say there was no such man, just that I never met him. In fact, I can’t remember ever meeting a woman who didn’t like pasta, either. I knew a couple of babies who did not like the red sauce. I think it was the spice, because they loved pasta with butter on it.

In another family, all loved pasta, but one only ate it with Alfredo sauce. Cooking pasta for that family was easy. The cook just made a large pot of plain pasta, tossed it in butter, and put it on the table. Each person dug in. 

Some topped it with red sauce, some with Alfredo, others with just butter and Parmesan cheese. Everyone was happy. Whatever was left over was placed in the refrigerator for anyone who wanted to dip in, top with their favorite dressing and run it through the microwave. If there was any left the next day, it could be made into a cold salad, turned into a casserole, or just heated up again.