39, Colorado, Caucasian, Probably yes - depends on the woman.
How long will we be keeping this in spoiler boxes, anyway?
I have never encountered a Christian who didn’t consider practicing voodoo/hoodoo/witchcraft/etc. to be completely and totally against the tenets of their religion. The Bible’s really clear on that. Are you sure they’re actually mainstream Christians?
Yeh, ditto!
Spot on.
42, white honky, Minnesota.
Depends on why she made it “especially for me.” If I just saved her baby from a fire and she wants to thank me, ok, I suppose I’d accept it. If she wants to fuck me – nope, I’m married and I’m not going there.
[spoiler]“mainstream” no, but she never said mainstream.
Santería is a mix of “voodoo” with Christian saints, African animism and Mesoamerican practices, for example. It’s superstition from the POV of the RCC, but at the same time I can’t say it’s too different from a lot of superstitions practiced by Catholics (and also rejected by the RCC).[/spoiler]
- 44
- Ohio
- WASP
- Sure, unless I had some reason to doubt her sanity/stability/hygiene/benign intent
P.S. This is a seriously weird poll.
P.P.S. Just read the OP’s spoiler box. Ewwww! Never heard of that before.
Okay, you’ve piqued my curiosity. Before I read the thread, I’ll answer your survey:
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Age: 49
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state/region/country from which you hail: Born in Ohio, live in Indiana
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ethnicity: Czech/French/Germanic
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If she were a friend, yes. If I barely knew her, I’d be suspicious of her motives, but would probably eat the spaghetti. If I didn’t know her, I’d probably be too wary. However, see below…
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[spoiler]NOTE: I don’t eat ground beef, so if the spaghetti was served with meat sauce or meatballs, I’d decline it in any case (especially if the cook knew me well enough to be aware of my dietary predilections).
If the spaghetti were meatless or served with something like a clam sauce, but I didn’t know the maker well or at all, I’d wonder if she were attempting to poison me, or (less dramatically) attempting to create in me a sense of obligation to repay her by helping her move furniture, write a paper, or whatever.[/spoiler]
- 30
- Chicago burbs
- Beige
- Sure would, double plus yes if she’s hot or can really cook.
Wait, because you actually think…well, you know? I mean, I don’t think there are too many people practicing voodoo/hoodoo in Manhattan…
Oh weird. I thought it might be about that, but only because
it was mentioned in an episode of Oz, only it was an old Italian tradition (for new brides, to keep their husbands from straying)
After reading the spoiler boxes I will forever change my answer to this question to “Fuck no.”
[spoiler]I guess it depends on what you’d consider mainstream. They’re all Pentecostals who go to church every Sunday. Their services are on the wild side though. Dancing, speaking in tongues, responding enthusiastically to the Preacher etc. Not out of the ordinary for certain segments of southern black America (the worship, not the hoodoo).
I think they compartmentalize the different belief systems. I’ve wondered about the disconnect myself, but these people grew up around this kind of stuff. They don’t practice hoodoo or “roots” as it’s often called out in the open*, but if they hear that a close relative is sick or has a cheating husband or something, offers to “help” will come in.
*Just to be clear, I don’t know if they ever make up the concoctions themselves, but they don’t seem to have a problem having someone do it for them. [/spoiler]
Having thought about what’s in the spoiler box a little more, I would like to add…[spoiler]If I had any reason to believe some woman was trying to work some hoodoo on me with magic spaghetti, ABSOLUTELY YES I would eat it.
Why?
Because, first of all, menstrual blood doesn’t bother me (I do have my red wings, after all), but primarily, it gives me a chance to engage in some mischief. And I love mischief. 
See, there ain’t no such thing as no hoodoo. She might as well be waving a copy of The Economist over her cooking pot for all the difference it makes. But … she thinks there’s something to it, or she wouldn’t be doing it.
So…
Eat the spaghetti. “Mmm, that was delicious.” Then… “Wait. Huh, I feel kind of funny.” Shake my head. Twitch. Go all tottery-foggy for a moment. Frown. “Weird. This is like…” Pick up the plate. Bring it slowly to my face, looking at it closely.
Then throw it very hard to the ground, shattering it.
Act surprised and horrified. “Honestly, I don’t know why I did that. It was like, something just came over me. I don’t understand. I’m never like that–”
Twitch and jerk again, and grab something else and smash it.
Shout: “What the hell!” Look confused. “What’s going on? I can’t… I can’t control myself!”
Smash something else.
“Help me! I can’t stop!”
Smash.
“What did you do to me? Was there something in the spaghetti? What did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO!”
Smash, smash.
“Oh God, you have to stop! Whatever you did, stop it!”
Repeat as long as it’s funny.
The best part is, if you smash something really valuable, and she tries to call the cops, you can say you felt totally weird, like chemically altered, and you think she spiked the spaghetti she fed you. And when they ask her if she doctored the spaghetti, well…
Perp walk!
So, yeah. I’d eat the spaghetti.[/spoiler]
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Maui, Hawaii, USA
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Technically I guess “Hispanic”. I’m a mix of Portuguese, Peurto Rican, Irish, and German, but associate more with Portuguese. rubs hairy arms
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Totally would. I love Italian food. And if it’s my best friend’s mom, most definitely…holy crap her sauce is orgasmic. Slowly simmered for hours and hours, tender meatballs, savory italian sausage…ohhh yeeeaahhh…~
Hubby (52 yo, rural western US, WASP) said “not unless I watched her make it” because:
[spoiler]Long ago, in galaxy far, far away, when he was young, hungry, horny Marine, a friend of his’ girlfriends’ friend was a nutjob half-assed “pagan” who thought she could catch a “good” man (one with a job) by burning a certain colored candle while adding WAY too much oregano to spaghetti sauce. He said it was inedible, and his friend eventually learned the truth of the adage “never stick your dick in the crazy.”
He is now, 30-some-odd years later, completely grossed out by what else may have been in that sauce.[/spoiler]
- 39
- Midwestern US
- White, significant Italian ancestry (only mention it because you asked about spaghetti)
- Probably, unless the woman gave off some kind of creepy vibe.
And now having read the spoiler box, I feel completely vindicated by hedging my bet with the “creepy vibe” exception. I knew it was going to be something weird like that.
29
West Coast
White (German/Irish but neither of those seem to have extended any roots into my family culture)
yes
- 41
- minnesota
- white
- Of course. Especially if she knew how much I love garlic.