God knows, it's not that I don't love the kid. I have pledged my undying devotion to her here -- she's our firstborn, is kind to animals, has the soul of a poet, and is generally an all-around solid performer at the table. But Phoebe does not eat pasta. Phoebe, in fact, actively dislikes pasta. She hasn't touched the stuff in five years. She wrinkles up her nose at the sight of it, says it's slimy, boring, without flavor. I don't know where she comes from, when she says things like this. The girl has not
When the Pasta-Hater is Away...
When the Pasta-Hater is Away...
When the Pasta-Hater is Away...
God knows, it's not that I don't love the kid. I have pledged my undying devotion to her here -- she's our firstborn, is kind to animals, has the soul of a poet, and is generally an all-around solid performer at the table. But Phoebe does not eat pasta. Phoebe, in fact, actively dislikes pasta. She hasn't touched the stuff in five years. She wrinkles up her nose at the sight of it, says it's slimy, boring, without flavor. I don't know where she comes from, when she says things like this. The girl has not