My husband is clueless about cooking (and a little google rant)

This is the strangest thing:  Every few days I am signed out of my blog.  If I click on the words "sign in", it takes me to where I can make a blog entry, but when I finish the entry and actually go to my blog, I am not signed in.  I finally realized I can only sign in in my comment section... or even someone else's comment section.  I don't even have to make a comment, I just have to hit that dropdown arrow that is telling me I'm anonymous and look at the other two options... google or name/url.  I select google, sign in, and when I go to the top of my blog I am signed in there too.  Isn't that crazy?

Not much going on here.  Tuesday I was trying to decide what to make for dinner and told Cliff I decided on spaghetti.  This summer when I had an overload of tomatoes I cooked and froze a lot of my homemade spaghetti sauce in quart freezer baggies, so my sauce is made when I need it; I just add some Italian sausage.  I had it nicely heated up when I went to get the spaghetti and found out I didn't even have enough spaghetti for one person to eat.  Since we were going to go shopping the next day I told Cliff I'd put the sauce in the refrigerator, add spaghetti to the list, and have something else.  But spaghetti is Cliff's favorite food, and that's what he wanted.  He said, "Why don't you throw that little bit of spaghetti in a pan with some macaroni?  Do you have macaroni?"  I told him yes, I had a lot of it, but that wouldn't work... (picture that in your head if you will).

"Aren't they the same thing, only a different shape?" he said.

Well, kind of; they're both pasta.  But macaroni is not going to be anything like spaghetti, even with the same sauce.

He just couldn't understand it, so finally I agreed to use macaroni, although I wasn't about to put that tiny bit of spaghetti in with it, because why bother?  If I'm going to ruin a meal, I want to do it right.

When it was done we sprinkled parmesan cheese on top of our meal and dug in.  Of course it was edible... but he had to admit it was NOT like spaghetti.  I didn't use all the sauce on the macaroni because I knew we wouldn't eat a lot, so there might be enough for my husband to have some real spaghetti in a day or two.  Or I'll just put the leftover sauce in the freezer and add it to the sauce I get out of the freezer next time.

Cliff has never understood anything about cooking.