|I mean, really.|
I hated making spaghetti, but my husband Cedrick loves it. But it's such a pokey, long drawn-out job to make that damned sauce, what with cooking up the meat and chopping up the vegetables. Adding in that can of tomato sauce is just so time consuming. And because Cedrick is the low man on the upwardly mobile job ladder, I needed to save some money.
Cedrick would come home after a long day of work just aching for dinner, using that sarcastic "Hello, dear...", but I'd just snap at him and tell him to get the hell out of my kitchen. He took to beating me with a rolled up newspaper on Spaghetti night because I spoiled his mood, but I fixed that.
You see, I found Franco-American canned spaghetti. No more using eleven different ingredients to make the sauce - it's all right there in the can! Deftly seasoned and tasting of cheese and tomato, why should I slave over a homemade sauce when all I have to do is open a can made by a master chef? How stupid of me! Everyone know canned spaghetti is delicious and authentic. What was I thinking trying to out-piquant a real chef? And who is this Al Dente anyway?
The can holds 3 to 4 servings*, so it's less than 10 cents per family member. Now we can afford to feed the baby too!!