My wife is a tasty chef. She can bring home the bacon and whip it up at the same time. She's makes a delicious pasta dish that kids love, which she calls "pasta Stephanie." She tells them that it is a famous dish and that if they go out to an Italian restaurant and ask for it by name, they'll make it.
So, last night the in-town grandparents took us all out to a local ristorante. (Thanks Mom & Dad) The kids considered ordering the Pasta Stephanie, but were too embarrassed. They settled on Fettuccine Al Frendo. I had the eggplant. But then, Steph ordered from the waitress (coincidentally, also named Stephanie) a half order of Pasta Stephanie. Mush to everyone's bewilderment it came and was delicious. But not as delicious as Stephanie's - the wife, not the waitress. Buon appetito...
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