Down South, spaghetti ain't never been just food.For seventeen years, Lorita has cooked for her husband Pierre with one rule: don't share my cooking, especially not wit'cho friends. He's always taken it for particularity — a wife proud of her recipes.One Saturday afternoon, with Lorita at the market, Pierre breaks the rule. A plate of leftover spaghetti, a bottle of whiskey, a ball game with his best friend Ian. By nightfall, just like a tree planted by wat...