Boys and their food. I had hoped it came out the way Chris once made it for me, but food tastes different when different people make it, so it’s lovely to see all variations. So, he was happily eating it regardless. Spaghetti (grandma made that executive choice) ricotta, big smashed cloves of garlic, a cup or more of finely grated Parmesan, cracked black pepper, and baby basil leaves. I think I found my love for pasta through my grandmother who would bring me her leftovers a few times a week growing up. Now that we cook for her more often, she gets to decide what she wants sometimes and usually that means it's either burgers or pasta.