I fixed spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. The disagreement that started about an hour later between old housemate and the meatballs went on for half the night with him accusing me of being humane but not human when it comes to my culinary skills. I admit I like spices but it's against the law to shoot me for that and in India I would be a Goddess if word got out. Sorry, I digress, anyhowdy, the battle finally ended when the meatballs were fed up with him and exited out his back door. Tonight, I will try Chicken-a-la king!