I have held it in as long as I can and I just can't stand it any longer. This needs to be exposed.
Have you ever had or heard of Fried Spaghetti? I have and let me tell you, it's all kinds of wonderful. This dish was created sometime before I was twelve years old. It came about one day when my older sister (I called her Lala, no seriously, I did) and I were hungry and there really wasn't anything "good" in the house except for this big pot of leftover spaghetti and meat sauce. (My mother was not really into the whole being a housewife deal, so many days were spent in creative search of edible food.)
I can't remember whose idea it was to fry it, but I am grateful just the same. We put some oil in a skillet and dumped in the leftover spaghetti. It began to sizzle and smell all good. Pepper and salt was added to the mixture and then....
my wonderful sister, my incredibly intelligent and wise older sister, got some sliced Velveeta cheese from the refrigerator, as well as some grated Parmesan. We chopped up the cheese and sprinkled in the Parmesan. Steamy and melted gooiness ensued after stirring the mass of noodles. It was if the skies parted and we heard angels sing.
We sat down with big bowls of happiness and pride in our culinary accomplishment. There were bits of fried cheese, there were soft and sweet noodles, there were bites of meaty, tomatoey goodness and we devoured.it.all.
For years after this fateful event, I have craved Fried Spaghetti. In fact, I will make more spaghetti than I think I will need just so I will have enough leftover to make Fried Spaghetti for lunch the next day. It is a special "me" treat. I mean me, unless someone else figures out there is noodles available for the makings of Fried Spaghetti.
Go ahead, don't be scared...give it a try. Think Tomato Soup paired with Grilled Cheese Sandwiches. It is like that, but with noodles.
Think Spaghetti Casserole, but reheated the next day, ya know after all the flavors have had a chance to meet and greet.
Fried Spaghetti...it will change your world.
This is Home Girl and I am grateful to have some "real sister" memories to hold dear. They are few and far between, but I'm good with that.