That's what we had for dinner tonight. I made it just like my mama. It was delish!
What brought up this topic tonight is that I called my sister -- well, I returned her call. And we were talking and I said I had to get back to my BIS KETTI sauce because it was burning. Well it didn't burn.
The thing is, I haven't said BIS KETTI since I lived in Runnemede, at least I don't think I did. My children may have said spaghetti that way when they were little, and I may have repeated it from them, but thinking of spaghetti as BIS KETTI is something that hasn't happened for a long, long time.
Add: BIS KETTI to the list of family sayings.