A Certain Symmetry
Jan. 21st, 2018 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mama_kestrelFor my father, pasta and noodles were the ultimate comfort food. I swear our household went through more spaghetti than an Italian restaurant. It was his side-dish of choice, his favorite midnight snack, after-work nosh...you name it. Dad would take any excuse to put butter and noodles on a plate and devour them.
So last night I lit a yahrzeit candle for him, today being the anniversary of his death. By 8:00 this evening, as I was cleaning up the kitchen, it was down to melted wax and a bit of wick, having burned for about 26 hours. I had a large open bag of egg noodles, which I was pouring into a canister set on the counter next to that candle. In the process a noodle bounced off the edge of the canister, landed in the glass directly on top of the wick, and extinguished it.
Death by pasta. My father would have been laughing himself silly.
So last night I lit a yahrzeit candle for him, today being the anniversary of his death. By 8:00 this evening, as I was cleaning up the kitchen, it was down to melted wax and a bit of wick, having burned for about 26 hours. I had a large open bag of egg noodles, which I was pouring into a canister set on the counter next to that candle. In the process a noodle bounced off the edge of the canister, landed in the glass directly on top of the wick, and extinguished it.
Death by pasta. My father would have been laughing himself silly.
Good memory!
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