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Ezekiel with broccoli, egg roll, and mai fun (spaghetti) So, at the Chinese buffet last night, Zeke (3) points at various dishes saying "I want dat". Then he points to the Chinese noodles labeled "Mai Fun", and says, "I want spaghetti" (taking his time to get the 's' sound at the front right). Dad answers: "It's not spaghetti, it's Chinese noodles". "I say it s...spaghetti!" he insisted. Ok, have it your way. Maybe we will talk about spaghetti on here too, depending on your definition :-)

Spaghetti and not spaghetti

In late summer of 1991, Shelly and I were moving from a beloved little apartment in Bloomington, Indiana, after our first year of wedded bliss, and preparing to relocate to the big city of Chicago. All our belongings were packed up (Argonne paid for the move, even for lowly postdocs such as we were) and we just had to clear out our refrigerator, put our last personal items in our car, and head out. We had participated in a shared community garden, the apartment not really having room for all the plants we wanted to grow. On moving day we had some last peppers and tomatoes from the garden to consume, and also various odds and ends in the fridge: onion, eggs, milk, butter, probably some nuts, together with some spices and other dry goods on the counter.

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