I cook spaghetti for my family at least once a week. I use gluten free noodles and some sort of spaghetti sauce in a jar. Many times I add things to the sauce, like, ground beef, or meatballs or extra garlic and herbs. While cooking the spaghetti I never talk to it. I might mumble over the pots while cooking, or stirring, or checking the progress of the food. Who knows what comes from the mouths of cooks, but on this day, I was sent a message. A friendly message. I felt so — greeted.