How many spaghetti nights have I savored in my lifetime? I shudder to think of it, particularly during these low-carb days when pasta is a no no. Shaking my head, I avoid the thoughts in my head and reach for the ingredients from the shelf.
Why Spaghetti Night, I wonder as I start rolling the ground beef (lean), eggs, chopped onion, and parmesan cheese into meatballs. What would happen if instead I made, say, meatloaf, or God forbid, chicken cacciatore?
I smile as I begin to sauté the meatballs in the large pan. I suppose one doesn’t sauté meatballs, but I’m not frying them for heaven’s sake. Browning, that’s the word. I’m browning the meatballs as I envision the horrified reaction of my family if I served something other than spaghetti on a Monday night.
It all began with my guy, of course. Although he comes from an Irish mother and an Italian father, he only acknowledges the Italian genes. He may be tall, blonde, and blue-eyed, but he’s Italian, by God, and Italians love their spaghetti.
So one of the first nights our kids were old enough to sit down at the dinner table with us and enjoy a “family conference” – I think they were 2 and 4 years old – the man explained that real Italian families eat spaghetti at least once a week, so which day should we designate as Italian night?
The meatballs smell heavenly, and as the rain beats against the kitchen skylight I’m thankful that it’s Monday. I scoop the meatballs to a platter and add chopped green and red peppers to the pan, as well as a few mushrooms.
My 4-year-old daughter, that fateful day 25+ years ago, suggested that Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays would be good spaghetti nights. She loved her dad and figured more would be better. My man’s eyes lit up and he agreed, “Okay!”
I put my foot down and replied, “Mondays. That’s it.” Thus, Monday Spaghetti Night was created.
The vegetables are sautéed and I add a bottle of Newman’s sauce. I could make my own, but Paul’s family does such a good job and the proceeds go toward charity. I add the meatballs and let everything simmer for two hours. When my guy comes home, he opens the front door, takes in a big whiff and exclaims, “Monday night!”
The kids are out of college and living on their own now. It’s just the two of us. But Monday nights are still, and always will be, Spaghetti Night.
So nice to have these traditions. I have to side with your husband…I could eat pasta every night of the week! This reminds me of that old commercial – “Anthony! Wednesdays are Prince Spaghetti days!”
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Funny commercial – I never saw it! Our family definitely became a commercial on Monday nights.
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I tapped into this piece, how well you write and what a wonderful way to chronical your life. Do you imply it’s ok to have spaghetti once/ week? :). Could almost smell the meatballs browning!
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So glad you found me here. Yes, yes, it’s more than okay to have spaghetti once a week, and as my fellow writers/bloggers suggest, why only once?
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As a fellow with a vowel at the end of his name, I must admit that Italian food can certainly brighten up a Monday. But why, pray tell, only spaghetti? Italian menus are quite a bit more diverse than that!
Oh, and as far as carbs are concerned, forget ’em, Pam. Joggers need carbs for energy. How else are you gonna chase down Paul Newman’s costar?
On another note, your granddaughter is adorable!
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Ahhh, one of these days I’ll write about my PERFECT, INCREDIBLE, AWE-INSPIRIING eggplant parmesan. You’re absolutely right, there are so many more great Italian dishes besides spaghetti.
My granddaughter, of course, takes after me. I mean, just look at the way she goes after that pasta!
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Your granddaughter is wise beyond her years.
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It smells delightful—-can I come next Monday? 🙂
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Of course! Do you like parmesan on your pasta?
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It is not the spaghetti sauce, meatballs or even the pasta, that make this so special – it is the tradition! You made a special night a week, that your family looked forward to and gathered for food, talk and most importantly, LOVE! Your kids and now grandkids have a memory of this time; you could have just as easily made PB&J and it would still be YOUR FAMILY’S night to gather around the table.
Thanks for sharing your tradition with us!
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Ahh, yes, you’re absolutely right. Family traditions, if used properly, ARE about love, aren’t they? It would be fun if others shared their family traditions. There is so much sweet love shared amongst family, yet we don’t hear about it often enough.
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We have several traditions, most of them center around holidays. Our favorite one is Christmas Stockings. When my girls were small, we were always hard pressed for funds at Christmas, so we never did the Santa thing. I mean, if we could only get them one thing, we weren’t going to give Santa the credit. But we did wait to fill stockings until Christmas Eve. When my girls got older, they would make things for our and each other’s stockings. This has grown into a huge tradition with 17 stockings! I’ve hand made each one! That reminds me, I need to get on the stick and make some a friend ordered!
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17 stockings!!! Wowza, I can hear the laughter and the fun at your house on Christmas Eve all the way from here. Fabulous tradition.
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Thanks, it is. But we do it on Christmas morn first thing. Then we have a traditional Christmas breakfast (no lunch) with stuffed french toast and LOTS of bacon! and then we open gifts. We’ve parred down the gift giving, but with seven grands there have to be SOME presents!
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I’m not quite sure how to say this; you made it exrltmeey easy for me!
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Bruce does not like spaghetti! Can you believe? It’s positively unAmerican! And, I could eat spaghetti every night of the week! Still we have remained happily married for almost 41 yrs….
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You are a patient, kind wife, to continue with a man who doesn’t like spaghetti. 🙂 Just means you should stop by our place some Monday at dinner time…
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Dearest Pam….again what a great blog….you are amazing and I absolutely love reading everything you write!!! I so love spaghetti and reading this brought back so many memories of when my own kids were younger and we had spaghetti nights! So if I could just get out there to see you I would definitely come on Monday so you could set another place for me…yours sounds yummy!!! Your granddaughter is so adorable eating her spaghetti. Thanks so much for sharing the love of your tradition. Take care and God Bless dearest girlfriend!!!! Love you, Bev
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Your enthusiasm for my writing, for spaghetti, for LIFE, is infectious. Thank you for reading my blog, and thank you for sharing your joie de vivre!
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In my family (growing up) it was every Friday. Not one speck of Italian in us either. Mom made her own sauce and meatballs, too.
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Sometimes the best spaghetti is made by those who are non-Italian (my pale English/Dutch face is blushing modestly…)
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This was incredibly touching and ‘homely’ feeling, loved it…almost as much as I love pasta!!! One of the first dishes I learned to make from scratch all by myself, aged 11 I think, was macaroni cheese! Glad I read this post after a hearty breakfast, or you’d be making me hungry!
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Hey, you’ve never had spaghetti for breakfast? My son thinks cold spaghetts (as we call it in our family) is the best. I’ll stick to toast in the morning, and a nice glass of chianti with my spaghetti at night.
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I love traditions that stick! Pasta night is a good one. 🙂
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Great pun! When was the last time you threw some pasta on your wall??
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Aw Monday nights sounds lovely in your home. 🙂 Traditions are cool.
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Remember when we were younger and thought traditions were OLD and SILLY? Ah, how time changes perceptions…
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Aaahh, spaghetti! My hubby would be happy to have it more than once a week, too, although we don’t have a designated day for it. It must be torture to see him eat it if you can’t, or do you splurge on Mondays? 🙂
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I would never miss out on spaghetti night! I have experimented with wheat pasta though (without telling the man…)
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Wheat pasta is okay, but the texture isn’t quite the same, is it?
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No, thus I mix the wheat with the white. Tricky, huh? 🙂
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Very, tricky! I’ll have to try that. 🙂
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What a wonderful story – I love stories with good endings. Beautiful.
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In my world, ALL stories should have a good ending!
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