Last weekend I had the pleasure of traveling to Kansas to attend my nephew’s graduation from The University of Kansas. He is the first of the next generation to complete college with his sister close on his tail.
One aspect of the relationship between this nephew and me revolves around what I affectionately call the Great Macaroni War. He has jumped into the war with relish and lobbed his own bombs right back at me. I laughed at his creativity the year my Christmas package was wrapped in layers of grocery bags and duct tape. He has willingly gone along with my dumping macaroni into envelopes and supergluing presents. He had to know that a milestone as big as graduating from college wouldn’t escape the Great Macaroni War.
For several weeks before graduation I worked very hard on some kindergarten art to present to my boy. Using a picture of the famous KU Jayhawk drawn by my very talented niece I filled it in with appropriately colored acini de pepe macaroni. Once the bird was completed in all his glory I framed the art. Now my dear nephew has his years at KU commemorated for all of pasta posterity.
And, now I am on alert that at any time there may be a sneak attack in the Great Macaroni War.