Anyway, Zoë made dinner all by herself while I was in class. She greeted me precisely at 6:00 to tell me so.
"Mmmmm," I said, sniffing the air. "Smells like spaghetti."
"Well, it's not spaghetti!" she said.
"Oh!" I said in surprise (because it really smelled like spaghetti). "What is it?"
"Something different!"
"Something different!"
"But what?"
"You will just have to find out!" she sang, practically dancing out of my bedroom/office.
I followed her downstairs and found a steaming pot of...cavatappi...on the table.
Cavatappi is a noodle shape.
So essentially spaghetti.
And it was delicious.
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