My husband and I had only been married a few months, and although we both worked and went to college, we decided to have our first company dinner.
I had fixed spaghetti, and it was ready and heating on the stove when the telephone rang. When I hung up the phone and went back into the kitchen, I saw that the spaghetti was now badly burned. I rushed to the pantry to see if I had another package of spaghetti, and luckily I did.
I started over, and in no time the second batch was done. To my horror, however, when I went to season it with a little salt, I dumped in an entire cup of salt. Apparently the screw-on lid on my tin salt shaker had come loose.
It was almost time for our company to arrive, and now I was in a state of panic. I rushed to the pantry again, and miraculously there was yet another package of spaghetti. I’m happy to say that the third batch turned out perfectly, just as our company arrived.