I was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book about economics that was at a reading level much higher than my own. I desperately needed a dictionary, as every other word was at least a dozen letters long and indecipherable. Everything was normal, or as normal ast hings could be with me having been home all day Saturday. Mom was at the computer, and Dad entered the kitchen. In his hand was an advertisement. A perfectly normal advertisement.
"I came just to torture you," he announced. Flipping over the ad, I was face to face with mostaccioli. Wonderful, delicious mostaccioli, swimming in tomato sauce and covered in a delectable melted mozzarella that made my mouth water. Next to it was penne pasta with creamy basil chicken, sprinkled with shredded parmesan, and tortellini robusto that was smothered in a sauce so delicious I could have eaten it for a second dinner.
I laughed, knowing how much my dad kew and loved me. "Socks and Italian food," I told him as he left the kitchen chuckling. "Socks and Italian food."
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Are you reading "Economics in 1 Lesson?" That book was supposed to be a layman's terms guide to economics. Maybe it isn't. Anyway - I hope you are enjoying it.
ReplyDeleteI understand it when I know what the big words mean. They explain everything very thoroughly. I am enjoying it, but I might need to expand my vocabulary first.
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