Ross could care less about eating. He simply does not enjoy food. There are much more fun things to do and he will eat only when necessary. He prefers veggies over anything else and does not care for meat. He eats his veggies in stages. After broccoli was a long-time favorite, he now only eats peas. He is not a fan of fruit and will only eat applesauce or fruit mixed with yogurt.
After years of trying to get Ross to eat pasta with tomato sauce, we have always lost the battle. He will eat pastini with olive oil, or pastini in beef broth, but red sauce? NO WAY. Lately he has been branching out. The shape of the pasta is a big deal too. He would each spaghetti and pastini but mostaccioli, wagon wheels, fiore, or any other shape for that matter was off limits. Lately he has explored wagon wheels and fiore and has deemed them “good”.
So it’s usually pasta with broth or olive oil and a bowl of peas, chicken nuggets and peas, blah blah blah.
Today, when I asked him what he wanted for dinner, he asked for spaghetti and meatballs. With real spaghetti sauce. Red Sauce. Tomato sauce. Made with tomatoes. I tried not to look too shocked. I didn’t want anything to ruin this opportunity.
We ran out of meatballs. Sam had made them for Rossi but he wouldn’t eat them so everyone else did. No worries, we always have homemade sauce on hand. So spagheti with red sauce it was! And yes, if you look closely you will see the spaghetti king is sporting a fabulous bright and shiny black eye. Courtesy of a run in with a table. The table won.
Here is proof he ate it. He does not like to be messy so after a while I had to cut the strands - but he ate it - and will likely do so again, when the mood strikes.




What card carrying half- Sicillian doesn’t like tomato sauce?