The Macaroni Kid

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Our cat Blacky and Boo. GBY

The Macaroni Kid

Everyone knows that macaroni is pasta formed into little tubes. When they are cooked they taste good.

The Macaroni Kid was young, probably about twelve. He had a passion for macaroni, gravy and meat balls.

He had a darling mother that could fix him as many delicious bowls of pasta that he wanted. On Sunday mornings his nose would tempt him to head straight for the kitchen to check mama's big pot of simmering hot swimming meat balls that were basting in delicious mouth watering Italian gravy.

Oh my Lord in Heaven, when he raised the lid of the simmering bubbling pot of gravy he saw large plump fat scrumptious meatballs bobbing up, and down causing his mouth to water. The boiling gravy was extremely hot. Peter could not resist poking his fork into the blissful pot in and effort to jab a great big meatball , but as he skewered one, mama walked in and saw Peter fooling with the pot and said, " Peter! Get away from the gravy and meatballs right this minute ."

Peter was beside himself that morning. His mama had charged into him like a bull in a China cabinet. The boy was just a kid that loved meatballs and gravy, and his mother demolished his heart.

Later around noon, Peter rose up out of bed and politely went to the dinner table while food was being served. Peter filled his plate very high with macaroni and garnished it liberally with pasta gravy, and then he forked a few meatballs into his dish and ate dinner with the family.

Papa asked Peter what was wrong. Peter said, "Nothing much. Mama just chewed me out like I was a groveling dog over her golden pot of humongous gravy."

Mama said, "Peter, keep on bad mouthing me to your daddy and I am going to pop the living daylights out of you ."

After dinner was over, Peter took a little ride on his bicycle and broke his favorite left leg when he accidentally struck a skunk in heat by mistake.

Mama and Papa brought Peter to the emergency room at the nearest charity hospital because they had no insurance. Times were tough for everyone. Peter's leg was put into a cast. Mama cried. She hugged Peter and asked for forgiveness.

Papa hugged mama and Peter as well. When they all returned home, mama brought Peter some large delicious meatballs, all he could eat.

Peter kissed his mother and then wiped the gravy off of his mother's lips and from his own lips and went to bed. Papa turned on the television to check the local weather .

Ten years later Peter got married ,and built a house next door to his mama and papa. Peter went to college and became a state trooper , while his wife became a Beautician.

Peter's mother and daddy visited Peter often. Peter's mother never visited her son without bringing him meatballs.

The End , And God Bless You.





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Hello, hello, 6 years ago from London, UK

Thank you for a lovely story. Although myself, I can't stand macaroni. I like spagetthi but not macaroni.


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stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. Author

Dear Hello Hello : Thank you for dropping by. I am Italian. My mama use to cook meatballs and gravy every Sunday. I had a serious meatball addiction. It did not matter whether it was macaroni or spagatti that the gravy was put on for me. My mother never got angry with me when I borrowed a stray meatball now and then. Joann cooks a lot of gravy with ground beef, smoke sausage, and chicken, and generously pours it over Beckys spagatti. Becky loves spaggatti after we cut it up for her. Wishing you a great Memorial weekend. God Bless You.


ralwus 6 years ago

LOL this is a great story and so well told too. Did Peter ride a pony with a feather in his cap? Love, love macaroni. Meatballs too!


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stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. Author

Good Morning Walrus and Happy Memorial weekend. Glad you liked the story and happy to see you. Peter did ride a pony once, but papa did a bad thing one day. He put sweet feed in the pony's shed that had a low flat tin roof. The pony raced after the feed and ignored Peter. It was a good thing Peter ducked or he would have had his head cut off.

The same thing happened to me one day.

God Bless You.


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billyaustindillon 6 years ago

Leon you tell a great story and a great link to growing up and fine memories - those meatballs sound great!


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stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. Author

Good morning Billy, and happy Memorial weekend. Meatballs are worth going to war for. That stupid ass Musolini was and insult to my fine American Italian heritage. My uncle Johnny never said a word. He would just come in our house raising hell in the direction of my mother's pot of meatballs. Jesus Christ my mother could make large meatballs. When she went to the Lord I wanted to dive in the pine box with her because I knew I would never see another great meatball the size of a peach ever again.

God Bless You.


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suny51 6 years ago

Hello stars-thats a great way to remember your mom,and what a co-incident,God Bless you and all whom you love.


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suny51 6 years ago

Hello stars-thats a great way to remember your mom,and what a co-incident,I too dedicated it to my mom today.God Bless you and all whom you love.


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stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. Author

Dear suny : Thank you for the kind words. I appreciate them. I am on my way to your place on the yellow brick road with Doroty, the Lion and the Tin man. God Bless You. :)


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skye2day 6 years ago from Rocky Mountains

stars439 Hello I love this story. It is precious. I needed a pick up and I got it. Meatballs and Mac with gravy sound very good now, I am staving.What kind of gravy was that? Blessings Galore stars439. Sending warm hugs to Joanne, Becky and You.

The Kitty's and cats are adorable. Do they go inside and outside? I bet Becky Loves them. I have a daughter named Rebecca, she goes by Becca. She is married and a lead interior designer for a Large Company. Rebecca's are priceless and contagiously sweet.


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stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. Author

Thank you foe visiting and for the nice words. Yes, Rebeccas are very precious. We love our sweet Becky . The gravy I was thinking about was tomatoe gravy.So glad you came to say hello. God Bless You.

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