Today I asked my sorta-boss if I could work from home because it's so cold out, and to my surprise he had no issue with that. Which makes for a relaxing day, but not much to blog about. What to do in that case? Why, write another story in the writing prompt journal I got with the gift card from Cecil Markovitch! This one was based on the prompt: "Write a story about the assistant of Marco Polo."
When Marco and I got to China, we had some incredible food, especially the noodles and ice cream.
"Marco," I said, "This stuff would be a big hit back home."
"Nah, Luigi," he replied. "Nobody will like this stuff."
Good thing I didn't listen to him. When we got back to Italy, I'd had enough of being a valet, and I opened my own restaurant, the first Chinese restaurant in Rome. But did we serve kung pao chicken and sizzling rice? No, we did not. What I liked was that ice cream and those noodles, but I didn't know what to call them. The Chinese names would be too exotic for the usual clientele. So I asked my brother-in-law, Giuseppe, what he thought I should call them.
"This cold stuff," he said, "call it 'gelato,' because gelato sell a lot of this! It's delicious!"
"Gelato. Got it. And what about the long, slurpy things?"
"Hm." He slurped up a noodle as he considered the question. "I'd call it 'pasta' because I wouldn't put it pasta to make a million lire selling this stuff!"
So Luigi's House of Pasta and Gelato was a great success, and I'm happy to say that both dishes caught on, so that now everyone thinks they're homegrown Italian cuisine.
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