Happy Birthday Steven! I don’t know your age anymore (although I think your mom said you’re 37), but I do remember when I watched you when you were pretty little and I made spaghetti. You wanted to know what “kind” it was. I was confused and said, “It’s spaghetti sauce.”
“I know, but what kind is it?”
It then dawned on me, oh, like what brand. I told you, “I made it myself… from scratch.” You were totally amazed that the sauce didn’t come from a jar! Ha.
food for thought: appreciate home cooked meals