The Annual Spaghetti Harvest

I remember as a child in the mid-70s, you couldn't get spaghetti in the UK for love nor money due to the spaghetti weevil. It was a frustrating time for my family, as we were all fond of spaghetti, and in the 70’s we relied on it as a staple food.

With great effort and care, we nurtured the spaghetti plants in our backyard, and much to our surprise, they flourished! It wasn’t long before we had an abundance of spaghetti strands hanging from the plants. My dad was always proud of our family’s achievement. This being no exception.

My parents harvested the spaghetti and cooked it for our meals, and we had kept enough to one side to take to my school's Harvest Festival later that year. I remember carrying the basket of spaghetti proudly to school, and it was a huge hit among my classmates and teachers. It was a special moment for me, knowing that we had grown something so unique and delicious that I could share with others.

Looking back, I realise how this experience taught me the value of perseverance and creativity in finding solutions to unexpected challenges. It’s something I’ve carried with me for the remainder of my life. It also showed me the joy of sharing what we had with others, and how something as simple as spaghetti could bring people together in a meaningful way.

The following year we attempted to grow our own Fusilli, but due it its shape and size it seemed to take forever to harvest, so we went back to growing spaghetti the following year.
 
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Magna-Carta said:
I remember as a child in the mid-70s, you couldn't get spaghetti in the UK for love nor money due to the spaghetti weevil. It was a frustrating time for my family, as we were all fond of spaghetti, and in the 70’s we relied on it as a staple food.

With great effort and care, we nurtured the spaghetti plants in our backyard, and much to our surprise, they flourished! It wasn’t long before we had an abundance of spaghetti strands hanging from the plants. My dad was always proud of our family’s achievement. This being no exception.

My parents harvested the spaghetti and cooked it for our meals, and we had kept enough to one side to take to my school's Harvest Festival later that year. I remember carrying the basket of spaghetti proudly to school, and it was a huge hit among my classmates and teachers. It was a special moment for me, knowing that we had grown something so unique and delicious that I could share with others.

Looking back, I realise how this experience taught me the value of perseverance and creativity in finding solutions to unexpected challenges. It’s something I’ve carried with me for the remainder of my life. It also showed me the joy of sharing what we had with others, and how something as simple as spaghetti could bring people together in a meaningful way.

The following year we attempted to grow our own Fusilli, but due it its shape and size it seemed to take forever to harvest, so we went back to growing spaghetti the following year.
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