A Mother’s Day Appeal (A Few Days Before Mother’s Day)

Dear Son,

I love you very much. But a mom can only take so much macaroni art. I have macaroni art in the kitchen, the living room, all three bedrooms, the basement, garage, and on every square inch of my cubicle at work. I was hoping now that you’re 23, and working, you’d spring for something different this year. I was walking on Euclid Avenue the other day, wondering how to tell you this, when I smelled the most delightful smell a mother could possibly smell: pizza baking in an oven somewhere! I followed my nose to 1836 Euclid where I came upon a wonderful place called Rascal House. I bought two slices of pepperoni pizza and a fountain drink. I sat down in a nice, clean booth and began the best lunch I ever had.

My dear boy this is no ordinary pizza. Each pepperoni is so crisp and toasty you’d swear it just came out of the dryer. There I go again, thinking about laundry. Scratch that. Let’s just say each pepperoni from Rascal House is filled with tenderness. Like that song by General Public I love so much. The cheese? This is no ordinary cheese. If I were to tell you the cheese on Rascal House pizza made me feel like a Nicholas Sparks book, all warm and fuzzy, I’d be lying. The cheese on Rascal House pizza made me feel like two Nicholas Sparks books. Throw in their dough and sauce and it’s like listening to your first recital all over again. Pure, sweet music that made me get up and dance like Gregory Hines. You should’ve seen the looks on everyone’s faces!

My excursion ended as quickly as it began. But before I said goodbye to Rascal House I stopped at the counter and bought a bowl of Classic Penne Pasta to go. I had fallen in love with this place and couldn’t imagine going home without a souvenir. I would put it in the fridge and warm it up later. When later came I did just that. But when I was about to dig into those wonderful noodles basking in marinara sauce I looked around and saw all your wonderful artwork. Macaroni as far as the eye could see. I realized how much I love you, and how much you must love me to spend so much time making me macaroni art year after year. Then I ate that bowl of Classic Penne Pasta with thick, hearty marinara sauce. Guess what? You’re taking me to Rascal House for Mother’s Day this year. Save the macaroni art for Father’s Day!

Signed and Posted in Cleveland, Ohio by Mom. A few days before Mother’s Day.

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