Narrative Reading Response - Eating Dinner

Tonight we sat down at our, hard, cold, and unused dining room table to eat together as a family. I wasn't too keen on the family part, but I was almost starving so I was willing to sit down. I decided to not go out to eat wings at Kildare's because my mother was making spaghetti, and I love her spaghetti. I was down in the basement in my room, in the dark, trying not to get a headache from staring at my T.V. for the past four hours. That's when it hit me. The aroma of my moms spaghetti sauce intertwined with garlic bread had swiftly carried itself down the stairs and through my door as if it were some sort of ghostly apparition. It seemed to some how compel my body to walk upstairs in an almost dream like state. There it was in the sink with steam rising off of it. My line of sight was quickly averted to the near by pan of sauce still bubbling and sizzling with every burst. I scooped a decent weight of spaghetti onto my plate and covered it with sauce and sprinkled it with Parmesan cheese and then garnished the plate with garlic bread. It was so delicious but I almost didn't taste it at all as I inhaled the noodles into my mouth. I would have to say, besides twirling the spaghetti on my fork, having the spaghetti smack my lips as I sucked the noodles into my mouth and licking the residual sauce off my lips, was undoubtedly the best part of my meal. Finishing up with garlic bread was an awesome change of pace, changing textures from something so soft to a hard yet subtle crunch. To wash it all down was my favorite drink Snapple Ice Tea. It all was so refreshing, that I hadn't had time to pay attention to anything else besides my food. I couldn't help feel bad for my mother who worked so hard to make, because I didn't make conversation or eye contact for that matter. The overwhelming satisfaction from the meal though was enough to make me forget how bad I felt. I got up from the table, turned and smiled to my mother, and proceeded to return to my hole until she would stomp for dinner next time.