“Everything you see, I owe to spaghetti”

Every Sunday of my life I’ve eaten the same dish. A bowl of pasta with marinara sauce (gravy) and a few slices of Italian bread.

I knew the ingredients and procedure to making Sunday sauce before my parents even let me use the toaster.

At school, no one could ever say my last name right on the first try. On the first day of the year when the teachers called out attendance, I would tell them…