I always wanted to be Italian. It never materialized for me, though. Something about the fact that none of my ancestors were Italian. Details can be so annoying sometimes. Despite my lack of Italian heritage, however, I have to say that my meatballs ain't bad at all. Marlboro Man loves them, and because long, round noodles (some humans refer to them as "spaghetti") are cumbersome and unwieldy, I take the easy road and serve mine with rigatoni.