spaghettios
January 29, 2007
There was a display at Safeway over the weekend. I stood there a lot longer than I should, debating. But on closer inspection, these were the kind with meat. Not the Spaghettios I remember. So I passed on it.
Later, very much against my will, I found myself at Wal-Mart. And there it was again, right in front of me. Fate works in mysterious ways.
At home, a household member pointed out that one can had 2/3 my daily allowance of sodium. Well, I’ll just have to be really watchful today.
It’s safe to say that I’ll not be wanting anymore Spaghettios for at least six months, a year even. I’ve got it out of my system now that it is in my system, so to speak.
And no, they don’t remind me of being a child. They remind me of when my kids were little and left some in their bowl, which I dutifully finished.
