Stop in for a cup of coffee

I have to tell you guys a funny story from home in Norway. One of my uncles were single and living with us, and this incident I am talking about probably was in the beginning of the 1970ties. And he was born in 1901. Norwegians are big on boiled potatoes, and unless it is a party or finer folks they are boiled in water with the skin on. Then we peel them at the table, and Norwegians are good at this, long practice.

Anyway, foreign food was not very common, so we were not very familiar with that. I had been visiting some cousins of mine, and the two older girls there had been exposed to spaghetti. A totally new thing for us. So, I ate it for the first time there, maybe I was 10 years old, I don't know. It was a struggle to get on the fork, compared to the regular potato, but it tasted good, and with the spaghetti sauce the girls had made.
Well home I asked my mom if she could make it, and after a bit of this and that, and talking to my aunt who had the girls who made the spaghetti for me, she made spaghetti.

The fun time began when my uncle got to the table and saw this food. Both he an my dad was fairly open to new food, and they never complained about the food. But when my uncle tried to get it on the fork and in the mouth he had some comments. I remember him stating that it was nothing wrong with the taste or anything like that, but getting in the mouth, well, that was a whole different matter. I have thought many times about that dinner, how he struggled with it. I remember him asking, "Klara (my mom), haven't you cooked any potatoes ?". Well, there was no potatoes, and we had spaghetti after that too. He ate, but struggled. LOL

Bill