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Monday, May 2, 2011

The Spaghetti of Yesteryear

Apparently I own a spaghetti stick, and I’m okay with that, since I tend to misjudge how much food to cook for the total number of occupants in my one-bedroom apartment. (God help me if I choose to cook rigatoni, however.) But actually looking at this thing, this device that minimizes the difference between the size of your eyes and the size of your stomach, I feel like it has some outdated ideas about how much humans eat.


Does a woman actually eat about as much as a ten- to twelve-year-old kid? Is my spaghetti stick calling most women fat?

Food-related mysteries, previously:

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