I sit the spaghetti on the bed of carefully prepared sauce and meatballs to celebrate it. It does not leak through because it is a carefully prepared tangle of squiggly noodles. It sits proudly atop the sauce. Respectfully.
Can’t deny I’m poking a bit of fun, but this is mainly a legit love letter to two of my favorite Twitter interlocutors, at least one of whom is an amazing chef