There's something to be said about having a meal that was made by your grandmother.
Everyone at lunch looks on in envy, for they all know the kind of loving care that went into making the delicious entree.
That, or the fact that you're eating a bottomless pit of spaghettini, that you never quite finish, and end up packing for tomorrows lunch...
I am so full right now.
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