Over Mother’s Day weekend, Studmuffin made Angel hair pasta and sauce. It was yummy but he made a HUGE amount of pasta -far more than we could or should eat, so he suggested I make a baked pasta casserole of some type. The last few days have been quite warm – almost ‘normally’ warm, which we are unused to because it has been such a cold spring…….I had no desire to heat up the house by baking something in the oven when it’s 90 degrees F (32 degrees C)!
So yesterday was Monday and I spent some time messing about with the garden and running some errands, and it turned out to be a good deal cooler, so before I went to teach the Monday children’s class, I made a baked spaghetti casserole using elements from various recipes I saw on the Web – ground beef, onion, green pepper, 3 kinds of cheese, cream of mushroom soup, hot sauce, etc..
I got to eat some before I went to class, thought it good and I felt happy that Studmuffin would have some food ready to eat once he got home from work, which is not usually the case on Mondays.
Several hours later when I returned, I went into our bedroom where he usually is at this time of night (he’s an early to bed, early to rise sort), and I noticed he had a peculiar look on his face and a bowl on the nightstand with a few obvious remains from the casserole.
I asked, “Did you like it?”
He said, very seriously, “You must never make this again.”
I was confused. “Why?”
He said, “It was so good. I ate WAY too much. Please! Never make this again. I ate half the pan…..it’s like crack for Italians!*”
I looked and, friends and neighbors, he nearly did eat half of the pan. Not just any pan, this is a roasting pan – a turkey roasting pan; it is BIG.
We’ve been together for 28 years and I do most of the cooking; never have I had this reaction from him for anything I’ve ever made. Poor man – it tastes even better today.
Yeah….I’m probably gonna make it again. 🙂
*My mother-in-law’s maiden name was Parmesano, and that part of the family is from Sicily.