Gaaah, I can’t help it. This story is slightly off-topic, but since spaghetti keeps coming up I just have to tell it.
This story was told years ago by a very good friend of my grandfather at my grandparent’s 50th wedding anniversary party.
"When my daughter was young, my wife had this special family spaghetti sauce recipe she always used. Being Italian, this recipe took a lot of time and care. In fact, it took 3 days to make, stewing and simmering on the stove.
One day, our daughter was over at Mildred’s house, and they had spaghetti for dinner. She came home absolutely raving about the spaghetti and how wonderful the sauce was. ‘It was so delicious.’ she said. Well, my wife just had to find out the recipe of the wonder that could exceed her 3 day sauce. So she called Mildred up and said, ‘My daughter just loved your spaghetti sauce. You must tell me the recipe.’ Mildred said, ‘There’s not much to it, all I do is open up a jar of Ragu.’
We never had 3 day sauce again."