1 Meals at my house were always Lus

1 Meals at my house were always Luscious, but my favorite was spaghetti. Nobody could cook spaghetti like mom. The sauce was always thick and hearty with a thin slick of oil floating on top. Poured over pasta cooked with a little butter, sprinkled with grated Parmesan cheese, it was more of an event than a meal.
2 Wednesday was always spaghetti night at our house – until Uncle Sylvio had heart attack. When Dad came home from visiting Uncle Sylvio in the hospital, Dad was a different man.
3 “it’s his arteries,” he told mom. “They’re all clogged- up. Sylvio’s doctor showed me pictures of clogged-up arteries? Foods with animal fats, and eggs, meat, milk, and cheese! We’ve got to change the way we eat! We’ve got to cut out all the animal fats!”
4 Dad stopped off at the book stand and picked up a vegetarian cookbook on his way home from the hospital.
5 “there!” he said, presenting it to Mom with a flourish. “This is going to save our live! And you, Maggie….”
6 “Me?” I squeaked, jumping a little
7 “You, my daughter, are going to live to be the picture of health! If you start now, you can ensure your arteries will be clear until your hundredth birthday!”
8 He went to the refrigerator, and before we knew what was happening, Dad began writing down which foods we needed to cut back on- eggs and butter, beef, cheese, and chicken.
9 My younger brother, Timmy, watched solemnly. His vocabulary was limited, but he knew what he sew
10 “No more bad food,” Timmy exclaimed.
11 “Wait. Isn’t this a bit rash?” Mom objected. “Shouldn’t we at least ease into this, and do it in moderation?”
12 “Do you think Uncle Sylvio would want us to eat this food?” Dad replied reproachfully.
13 Dad always threw himself into things completely. But this time he was throwing in all of us with him.
14 Breakfasts were simplified: You could have anything you wanted as long as it was fruit. Dad cut up and ate two grapefruit for breakfast every morning. For a while, school lunches saved my older brother Matt and me. We could buy fries, a milkshake, and a hamburger at school. Then that got wise and started getting up early to prepare us vegetarian lunches- which were fine, but we certainly missed our occasional burger!
15 Suppers were particularly unpalatable. Matt began eating at this girlfriend’s house, and he didn’t even have a girlfriend. Mom would study the cookbook and start chopping vegetables and, at six o’clock when Dad come home, would serve a great heap of cooked and the raw seeds, stems, roots, and leaves. Timmy, who was at least allowed a cup of skim milk with each meal, was the first to voice our general discontent. After one particularly green meal, he asked, in a small, wistful voice, “Ham-bur?” Even my poor baby brother yearned for the days of the burger!
16 after a month of this, l was famished. I was more than ready for some traditional food - a steak, some fried chicken, chocolate chip ice cream, and scrambled eggs and bacon. I began spending a lot of time at my friend Juanita”s house in the hope that her mother would invite me to stay for supper.(Of course, the only time she invited me they were having a vegetarian meal )
17 Usually, Dad’s enthusiasms wane after a while. We waited hopefully for this to happen with the new diet. It wasn’t happening this time. As far as he was concerned, this diet was permanent. And we couldn’t argue with him. The fact was (and l looked in to it, believe me) he was right. The food we were eating now was a lot better us. As much as l appreciated his efforts, I couldn’t help but think a balance could be struck between our old and new family meal menus!
18 Halfway through the second month of the diet, I began to dream about spaghetti. Not just spaghetti – spaghetti with meatballs. Spaghetti the way mom made it, Wednesday spaghetti, with all the bells and whistles. I did more than dream. Secretly, with money l had earned from babysitting and odd jobs, l began collecting the ingredients for a spaghetti dinner. The little mound grew under my bed. Finally, I bought ground beef. Because it wouldn’t keep beneath my bed, I had to fish or cut bait!
19 as luck would have it, my mother worked late that day, and Dad had called to say he wouldn’t get home until six – thirty.
20 “All right,” Matt said when he saw what I was doing. He had cooked spaghetti once or twice, so he remained to supervise.
21 When Mom and Dad came through the door with Timmy, the table was set. The mingled odors of spaghetti sauce and toasted garlic bread spread throughout the house.
22 Dad gazed at the sauce bubbling on the stove. He didn’t say word as a first. Then he cleared his throat with authority. “Well, just Wednesday – night spaghetti – one meal each week. L guess one meal can’t hurt.”
23 it’s a good thing I made a lot.
24 so now we get one “traditional” meal a week – spaghetti on

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 2:

1 Meals at my house were always Luscious, but my favorite was spaghetti. Nobody could cook spaghetti like mom. The sauce was always thick and hearty with a thin slick of oil floating on top. Pasta cooked poured over with a Little Butter, sprinkled with grated Parmesan Cheese, it was more of an event than a Meal.
2 Wednesday Night spaghetti was always at our House - until Uncle Sylvio had Heart Attack. When visiting Uncle Dad Came Home from the Hospital in Sylvio, Dad was a different Man.
3 "it's his arteries," He told MOM. "They're all clogged- up. Sylvio's doctor showed me pictures of clogged-up arteries? Foods with animal fats, and eggs, meat, milk, and cheese! We've got to change the way we eat! We've got to Cut out all the Animal fats! "
4 Dad stopped off at the stand and picked up a Vegetarian Cookbook Book on his Way Home from the Hospital.
5" there! "He said, presenting it to Mom with a Flourish. . "This is going to save our live! And You, Maggie .... "
6" Me? "I squeaked, a Little Jumping
7" You, My Daughter, are going to be the picture of Health to Live! If You Start now, You Can Clear ensure your arteries Will be until your hundredth Birthday! "
8 He went to the Refrigerator, and before we Knew what was Happening, Dad began Writing down which we Foods Needed to Cut back on-Eggs and Butter. , Beef, Cheese, and Chicken.
My younger BROTHER 9, Timmy, watched solemnly. Limited Vocabulary was his, but what He Knew He SEW
10 "No more Bad Food," Timmy exclaimed.
11 "Wait. Is not this a bit rash? "Mom objected. "Should not we at Least Ease Into this, and do it in moderation?"
12 "Do You Think Uncle would Sylvio Want to US Food Eat this?" Dad replied reproachfully.
13 Dad always threw himself completely Into Things. He was throwing but this time with Him in all of US.
14 Breakfasts were simplified: You could have anything as long as it was You Wanted Fruit. Dad cut up and ate two grapefruit for breakfast every morning. For a while, school lunches saved my older brother Matt and me. We could buy fries, a milkshake, and a hamburger at school. Wise that then got up and Getting Started Early to Prepare US which were Lunches- Vegetarian Fine, but we certainly Missed our Occasional Burger!
15 Suppers were particularly Unpalatable. Matt began eating at this girlfriend's house, and he did not even have a girlfriend. Mom would study the cookbook and start chopping vegetables and, at six o'clock when Dad come home, would serve a great heap of cooked and the raw seeds, stems, roots, and leaves. Timmy, who was at least allowed a cup of skim milk with each meal, was the first to voice our general discontent. After one particularly Green Meal, He asked, in a Small, Wistful Voice, "Bur-Ham?" Even My Baby BROTHER poor yearned for the days of the Burger!
16 after a month of this, L was Famished. I was more than ready for some traditional food - a steak, some fried chicken, chocolate chip ice cream, and scrambled eggs and bacon. I began spending a Lot of time at My friend Juanita "s House in the Hope that Her Mother would INVITE Me to Stay for Supper. (Of course, the only time She Invited Me they were having a Vegetarian Meal)
17 Usually, Dad's enthusiasms. wane after a while. We waited hopefully for this to happen with the new diet. It was not happening this time. As far as he was concerned, this diet was permanent. And we could not argue with him. The fact was (and l looked in to it, believe me) he was right. The food we were eating now was a lot better us. As much as L appreciated his efforts, I could not Help but could be Struck Think a balance between our Old and New Family Meal menus!
18 Halfway Through the second month of the diet, I began to Dream About spaghetti. Not just spaghetti - spaghetti with meatballs. Spaghetti the way mom made ​​it, Wednesday spaghetti, with all the bells and whistles. I did more than dream. Secretly, with money l had earned from babysitting and odd jobs, l began collecting the ingredients for a spaghetti dinner. The little mound grew under my bed. Finally, I bought ground beef. Because it would not Keep My Bed beneath, I had to Fish or Cut Bait!
19 as Luck would have it, My Mother worked Late that Day, and Dad had Called to Say He would not until Get Six Home - Thirty.
20. "All right," Matt said when he saw what I was doing. He had cooked spaghetti once or twice, so He remained to Supervise.
When Mom and Dad 21 Came Through the door with Timmy, was the Table SET. The mingled odors of spaghetti Sauce and Garlic Bread toasted spread throughout the House.
22 Dad gazed at the bubbling Sauce on the Stove. He did not say word as a first. Then he cleared his throat with authority. "Well, just Wednesday - night spaghetti - one meal each week. L Guess one Meal Can not Hurt. "
23 it's a good Thing I Made a Lot.
24 so now we Get one" Traditional "Meal a Week - spaghetti on.

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 3:

1 Meals at my house were, always Luscious but my favorite was spaghetti. Nobody could cook spaghetti like mom. The sauce. Was always thick and hearty with a thin slick of oil floating on top. Poured over pasta cooked with a, little butter sprinkled. With grated, Parmesan cheese it was more of an event than a meal.2 Wednesday was always spaghetti night at our house - until Uncle Sylvio had heart attack. When Dad came home from visiting. Uncle Sylvio in the hospital Dad was, a different man.3 "it "s his arteries," he told mom. "They" re all clogged - up. Sylvio "s doctor showed me pictures of clogged-up arteries?? Foods with animal fats and eggs,,,, meat milk and cheese! We "ve got to change the way we eat! We" ve got to cut out all the. Animal fats! "4 Dad stopped off at the book stand and picked up a vegetarian cookbook on his way home from the hospital.5 "there!" he said presenting it, to Mom with a flourish. "This is going to save our live! And, you Maggie...."6 "Me?" I squeaked jumping a, little.7, "You my daughter are going, to live to be the picture of health! If you, start now you can ensure your arteries will. Be clear until your hundredth birthday! "8 He went to the refrigerator and before, we knew what was happening Dad began, writing down which foods we needed to cut. Back on - eggs and butter beef cheese and chicken,,,.9 My, younger brother Timmy watched solemnly. His, vocabulary was limited but he, knew what he sew.10 "No more bad food," Timmy exclaimed.11 "Wait. Isn "t this a bit rash?" Mom objected. "Shouldn" t we at least ease into this and do, it in moderation?"12 "Do you think Uncle Sylvio would want us to eat this food?" Dad replied reproachfully.13 Dad always threw himself into things completely. But this time he was throwing in all of us with him.14 Breakfasts were simplified: You could have anything you wanted as long as it was fruit. Dad cut up and ate two grapefruit. For breakfast every morning. For, a while school lunches saved my older brother Matt and me. We could buy fries a milkshake,,, And a hamburger at school. Then that got wise and started getting up early to prepare us vegetarian lunches - which were. Fine but we, certainly missed our occasional burger!15 Suppers were particularly unpalatable. Matt began eating at this girlfriend ", s house and he didn" t even have a girlfriend.? Mom would study the cookbook and start chopping, vegetables and at six o "clock when Dad come home would serve, a great heap. Of cooked and the raw seeds stems roots,,,, and leaves. Timmy who was at least allowed a cup of skim milk with, each meal. Was the first to voice our general discontent. After one particularly green, asked meal he, a, in small wistful voice, "Ham-bur?" Even my poor baby brother yearned for the days of the burger!16 after a month of this l was, famished. I was more than ready for some traditional food - a steak some fried chicken,,, Chocolate chip, ice cream and scrambled eggs and bacon. I began spending a lot of time at my friend Juanita s house in the. " Hope that her mother would invite me to stay for supper. (Of course the only, time she invited me they were having a vegetarian. Meal).17 Usually Dad ", s enthusiasms wane after a while. We waited hopefully for this to happen with the new diet. It wasn t happening." This time. As far as he was concerned this diet, was permanent. And we couldn "t argue with him. The fact was (and l looked. In to it believe me), he was right. The food we were eating now was a lot better us. As much as l appreciated, his efforts. I couldn "t help but think a balance could be struck between our old and new family meal menus!18 Halfway through the second month of, the diet I began to dream about spaghetti. Not just spaghetti - spaghetti with. Meatballs. Spaghetti the way mom made, spaghetti it Wednesday, all with the bells and whistles. I did more than dream, Secretly,. With money l had earned from babysitting and, odd jobs l began collecting the ingredients for a spaghetti dinner. The little. Mound grew under my bed. Finally I bought, ground beef. Because it wouldn "t keep beneath, my bed I had to fish or cut bait!19 as luck would have it my mother, worked late, that day and Dad had called to say he wouldn "t get home until six - thirty.20 "All right," Matt said when he saw what I was doing. He had cooked spaghetti once or twice so he, remained to supervise.21 When Mom and Dad came through the door with Timmy the table, was set. The mingled odors of spaghetti sauce and toasted. Garlic bread spread throughout the house.22 Dad gazed at the sauce bubbling on the stove. He didn "t say word as a first. Then he cleared his throat with, authority. "Well just Wednesday, night spaghetti - - one meal each week. L guess one meal can "t hurt."23 it "s a good thing I made a lot.24 so now we get one "traditional." meal a week - spaghetti on.