Clam Sgetti
Friday, September 25th, 2009When I was a kid and my father was away at a conference or the like, mom would gleefully serve tacos, grilled cheese — let’s see, I’m trying to remember all the other meals that he didn’t like that we got to eat? My memory is not serving me so well but what I think the food had in common was its ease of preparation and that we always sat at the kitchen table instead of in the dining room. When we were together as a family, dinners were much more of an elaborate affair, elbows were in their proper place and the like. Which is all to lead up to the fact that Dennis doesn’t much like clams and he is off in Florida at a conference and… Arthur is just now driving up from OU in anticipation of Clam Spaghetti. And I am very happy. I am looking forward to seeing my boy and feeding him good, homemade food. I won’t even care if he puts his elbows IN his spaghetti!
