SPAGHETTI STORY
When I was at university, a young guy in my shared flat told us his method for gauging how much spaghetti you needed. He said ‘about your willy’s thickness.’ He then proceeded to pull out a remarkably slender handful.
Naturally, those of us cooking along grabbed ever-larger handfuls until, by the end, the three of us had used about six packets of spaghetti and were eating it for a year.
He tried adding more spaghetti to his handful afterwards, saying he had underestimated, but we lived with him, had seen him in his undies, and knew he hadn’t.
