It was there, on your first birthday. Mom churned up cheesy spaghetti and every child at your party beamed with delight, their faces smudged with yummy, red-sauced spaghetti.
And the seasons changed. A bowlful of piping-hot elbow macaroni soup soothed your tummy and your soul, as you came home drenched from rain, all worn out by the day’s work, deadlines and traffic. Ahh! Chicken macaroni soup always restores. So today, you rise again. And go to work. Connect. Deal. Fail a little. Win, overall. Tonight sounds inviting. Your lady whipped up some divine lasagna for dinner.