Pasta Eating Fool

I don't think I have ever met anyone that loved eating pasta more than my dad did... well, and maybe his dad... and maybe Juan Ma... and maybe pretty much everyone in my family.

In Spanish we have a saying that reads: tiene a quien salir. The literal translation is: he has someone to take after. There can't be a better caption than this saying for this picture of Benjamin eating pasta.

I am afraid that the newest pasta loving fool in this family might be up for the challenge to prove who loves pasta the most.

Growing up, we would always eat pasta on Sundays. Regardless of what was going on, Sundays were pasta days. When we moved to the states, my dad started making his own pasta. I remember long spaghetti noodles hanging to dry from pvc pipe that laid horizontal from the counter to the island in the kitchen. I also remember helping to fill ravioli and to roll gnocchi.  Sometimes he'd make linguine which is my favorite pasta. Many nights we would have Pasta Fest when my dad would make different types of pasta and different sauces (usually these would be pesto, walnut sauce and meat sauce... all made from scratch) and we would each fix our own pasta with whatever sauce and have mini courses of just pasta. No protein. No salad. No bread. Just pasta.

I just know my dad must have burst at the seams with pride as he looked down on Benjamin eating his pasta today at school.. I wish I could have Skyped him as Benjamin ate his pasta again tonight at home to be able to see his face light up with that pride only a pasta-loving grandfather can experience when he sees his 1-year old grand baby loving pasta just as much.

#timedoesnotheal