The Neighbors and Ziti

These two were my neighbors when I first moved to Columbus. I often wondered how much they knew about what was going on next door to them. I am sure I said a thing, or two, here or there.

Two of the more remarkable things I will always remember is that she gave me a recipe for a very simple and yummy apple crisp. And there was a time that I had asked my then boyfriend if he wanted Ziti for dinner.

He acted like he had no idea what I was talking about. I was actually quite annoyed. He always picked on my words. Soda had to be pop. The vacuum was a sweeper. So many different things. What I had was really Rigatoni, but I was like c'mon, you know what I am talking about. He insisted he had no idea.

I then called next door. You know what Ziti is, don't you? Nope.

I had to call some people in NY. I felt kinda crazy. How could people not know what Ziti was? I even was kinda questioning myself, even though it was as basic to any food I had growing up.

Apparently - at least back then - ziti was nothing you could find in a grocery store, and many people had no clue what it was.

It was an interesting lesson.

(This is not my recipe, but for anyone who doesn't know what Ziti is/looks like click here)