If I had a dime for every time I made pasta but didn't bother to feature it or write about it, I'd have enough to buy a mink stole. That's how old I am. I think of a mink stole instead of an IPad or fancy tech gadget. Mind you, I don't wear furs or even fancy expensive things. Buy me a slice of pizza and I'll follow you anywhere. And I call pasta, spaghetti or fettuccine or linguine, whichever kind it really is. Pasta always seemed a little bit pretentious. I mean, I'm making it out of a box, not fresh. Chances are it was 88 cents, which is my ideal price for a box of thin spaghetti. Whole wheat now unfortunately that they've taken all the fun out of white flour that a girl can't even enjoy a vat of white buttered noodles without feeling all kinds of shame.
I like my spaghetti like I used to like my beer. Cheap and lots of it. Once in awhile I love to really take my time and make a rich meat sauce with all the bells and whistles. But mostly, I make fast, quick noodles with meatless sauce which is usually spiced canned tomatoes. This time I made a quick clam sauce, lessened the olive oil and used a bit of chicken stock, along with the clam juice, parsley, lots of garlic and lastly, loose pants.
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