Always. And what’s worse, I cut through it with knife and fork before eating. I’m sorry. I realize that makes me a Neanderthal, but I freely admit it. Being able to eat my spaghetti cleanly and neatly instead of worrying about wearing it on my blouse is part of the enjoyment for me.
Ugh. Me break noodles. Me also use Ragu.
When met wife, me bash her on head, drag back to cave for pasta.
First date not go well. Served only White Zinfandel. She not want to
get Mesolithic that night.
Generally I am overruled and forced to cook shells or rotini or penne, despite my personal preference for messy, strandy, tangly, uncut spaghetti. So it doesn’t come up as an issue.
You spaghetti breakers and cutters don’t know what you’re missing out on. If you hold one end and swallow the unbroken strand (al dente is best for durability, here), you can pull it out and let your throat re-swallow it. Repeat until your fellow diners kill you.
Just like you, Alan, you lush! What’s next the lampshade??
Instead of a bottle, how about a jug? I went to a local wine store about a year ago to get a bottle of my favorite Cavet pinot grigio, which I always thought was a decent wine. Looked all over and finally found it in “Jug Wines.” I bought it but found myself embarrassed, explaining to the clerk, and hoping my hound dog wasn’t howling out in the pickup truck.
Then of course there’s the old trick of running the loop of spaghetti in the mouth and out the nose (or is it the other way round?). That works best with unbroken noodles (sorry Susan).
I’ve seen this done a few times. I’m thinking it originated in acient Rome…immediatley prior to the invention of the vomitorium.