Last night one son and daughter came home from college for the long weekend. About halfway through the 6 hour drive, the younger daughter called them and asked where they were; they in turn asked her what's for dinner. "Pasta," she replied. To which her sister hollered, "Tell Mom I want a five course meal or we're turning around right now!" while her brother hollered, "No, we aren't!" Those two stood beside me picking at the penne after it was drained, while I put the olive oil on it, and you've rarely seen such a fuss made over a simple dinner of penne with meat sauce, homemade Italian bread and a salad. It's great to have them home.