Spaghetti Bolognese


Spaghetti Bolognese

Spaghetti Bolognese

So Today’s assignment from Writing 101:

Tell us about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” — or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory.

Spaghetti Bolognese! I have memories from even an early age of eating Spaghetti Bolognese.

The sauce cooking in the old, square, stainless steel electric frypan, the big black controller sticking out with the knob on top to adjust the heat. The battered lid that only just fit (and at that, not terribly tightly).

The smells come back so strongly as I sit here writing forty to fifty years after that cooking. First the strong, stringent smell of onions being chopped. Tomatoes being chopped, or canned ones opened, don’t have a smell that lingers through the years. Onions, green capsicum and beef mince searing on the hot frypan, those I remember. The colour of the onion changing as it softens, the capsicum curling with the heat before the pink mince hits the sizzling pan and is quickly broken up by the wooden spoon as the colour changes to dark brown.

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A Truly Satisfying Meal


The table.

The table.

Today’s Daily Prompt asks us to “Describe the most satisfying meal you’ve ever eaten in glorious detail”.

I’ve had some truly satisfying meals. Defining the most satisfying is difficult. Should I choose one where a hard earned hunger made it satisfying, perhaps one that was cooked at home with love and shared with friends, perhaps the most glorious restaurant meal?

The other problem I have is my poor memory would be hard-pressed to provide “glorious detail” on far too many of the great meals I have eaten.

So I’m going to tell of a meal that I do remember quite a few details from that was satisfying on many levels.

A few years ago I moved to Newcastle and my second year there I was living with Sonia and Blaze, her son, with my daughter Jessica living nearby with her mother.

As Christmas got close I decided to have a big dinner with the big roast ham that my father had always cooked with all the trimmings.

Preparations started a couple of weeks before when I started making some papercraft models to decorate the table. There was a house, a Xmas tree, some elves, reindeer and Santa all to be made before the day.

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