Tonight was Spaghetti Night. I love Spaghetti Night. I doctor up a darn good jar of sauce and always eat about three notches past the too full mark. It is nice to be creative when you are cooking even when it is something simple, but it is also nice, when you have figured out what works, to do just that! Spaghetti was probably one of the first things I learned to make myself (after French Toast thanks to Pee Wee Herman...a whole other story). I remember making Dad spaghetti one night when Mom was not home. I proudly pulled out the Lea & Perrins and proceeded to shake it on the ground beef in the pan. I think I thought that it was the Worcestershire that made the meat brown so I just kept shaking it on. The result, a dinner that was so spicy it almost made my dad cry. I remember his guzzling water as his eyes welled up, but he ate every bite and complimented me none-the-less. It was still tasty...just over seasoned! Tonight, he complimented my skills yet again, but there was no need for a fire hydrant or gallon of water to accompany the dish.
The retiree's watch a lot of food network programs. I quite enjoy watching Cupcake Wars. We all chime in who we think is getting cut on each task. Even Dad puts his vote in and what he thinks will be the reason for the teams demise. It is funny to hear him comment on such things since he has spent little time in a kitchen. One thing is, he knows what he likes and he does like food!
The program and my love of cupcakes inspired me to make a cupcake memory. I decided to interview my parents and ask them to share a childhood memory of a sweet treat. I took notes and created two cupcake versions of their tasty memories. Let's start with Dad's...
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