spaghetti pababa, spaghetti pataas

been hounded by thoughts of spaghetti all week.

tuesday: read a book to pre-school kids about how daddy makes the best spaghetti. uh-oh craving started. even though i was very full from my late afternoon merienda, i allowed myself to be prodded by tpie to order a plate of spaghetti from NYPD.

wednesday: spaghetti at NYPD no good, i ordered another plate of spaghetti, this time from pancake house.

thursday: oh my oh my ... snack at pre-school i visited was exactly the spaghetti i've been craving for: sweet, with hotdogs. kiddie spaghetti for short. but was reduced to serving spaghetti to kids to assist the very very harassed teacher.

friday: another pre-school, another plate of spaghetti. this time, the teacher gave me a pre-school sized plate with about three fork-fulls of spaghetti. noodles were overcooked, ketchup was used, and there was not even a hint of meat. uh-oh. ate it under protest.

grrr. grrr. grr. later... i gotta buy jolly spaghetti later.