"I think your spaghetti squash just exploded," my sister said before we both collapsed into fits of laughter.
There it was, sadly sunken in, strings of yellow spaghetti squash, seeds, and water dripping out of the microwave.
My sister and nephew had stopped by to visit and the kids were all playing. I was starting dinner but asking advice all along the way because I'm a fairly terrible cook and my sister is a very good one. She helped me properly brown my chicken and cook my peppers and onions far better than I ever did. While we were chatting and that food was cooking, my spaghetti squash was heating in the microwave. I poked lots of holes in it before I started cooking it, but clearly not enough.
The noise sounded like a person hitting the wall with lots of force. I was relieved the kids were all fine- it was the spaghetti squash who was in distress.
It still tasted good after all.
And the laugh made it all worth it, anyway.
When is the last time you laughed so hard you cried?
Kathleen Neagle Sokolowski