Friday, December 7th, 2012

Spaghetti for guy night, otherwise known as, “I don’t know,” the answer I gave B when she asked what I was going to make for dinner. I’d given it about ten minutes of thought all day long, so when I got in the car at the end of the day I figured I’d just hope for inspiration to strike as I wandered through the store. As it turned out, I didn’t have to. After my smartass answer, B’s follow-up question was, “How about spaghetti?” And I said, “HOE-kay!” It was that easy.

We always get a freshly-baked loaf of crusty bread to eat with spaghetti, so none of the yummy sauce goes to waste. A loaf of chiabatta has lots of bubbles in it, all the better to catch and hold that sauce. Every time I’m cleaning out my bowl, though, I can almost hear my digestive system sounding the carbo-overload alarm. What does my body do with all those carbs? Never mind. Bread and spaghetti sauce taste so good I don’t really care that much.

Half an hour later we were stuffing a scrummy dinner into our faces. Guy night: Simple. Filling. Fast. And usually something from a jar.

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