I haven’t had spaghettios since elementary school. My mom used to put them in my thermos for lunch. Imagine lukewarm, over-cooked pasta in a Wonder Woman thermos. Kind of makes you hungry, doesn’t it? Kind of explains why I really need to follow the recipe if we ever want to eat anything tasty around here. Anyway, when the little twins were born, we discovered a dive of a restaurant in Boise that actually had spaghettios on the menu. We brought the older kids there for dinner one night and none of them had EVER had spaghettios. Can you believe it? If they end up in therapy, I am certain this will be the reason.