Today is Spaghetti Day, a pasta that is close to my heart because, hey, memories. No matter how bad a cook your mama was, I bet you had spaghetti when you were a kid, even if all she did was open a can.
Of course, now you can make spaghetti out of vegetables with a spiralizer which I kind of want to try and kind of don’t. For one thing, I’d have to eat vegetables.
But spaghetti with chopped tomato, sautéed mushrooms and onions, a little basil, maybe a little oregano if I’m feeling frisky, maybe some sliced black olives if I want to pretend I’m in the Mediterranean, that’s a good lunch. The kind with the thick sauce with everything but the kitchen sink is good, too. And of course, there’s Spaghetti and Eyeballs, the food that dares you to eat it.
Spaghetti. You should have some.