No surprise, I am thinking about food again. I'm sure it's fuelled by my reignited love of watching cooking shows + my current access to the food channel. Without obligations or self-restraint, I'm sure I could spend the whole day watching. I have so many new ideas of foods I'd like to try but it's somewhat frustrating that as my mouth waters, I don't currently have my own kitchen to work in. All my great kitchen wedding presents are packed away in boxes at the moment. Sigh.
The food that has been on my mind for weeks is Spaghetti, more specifically, my mom's spaghetti. Never mind that I used to call it Basghetti...but what is basghetti...er...spaghetti without sauce? (Or if you want to impress you Italian friends, "gravy.") My mom's spaghetti sauce is the best. It is so savoury and flavorful. You can smell it throughout the house. Like in the old cartoons, the aroma takes on a life of its own, putting you in a trance, luring you against your will towards the kitchen to taste it.
Fortunately, I watched her cook it enough times over the years that I almost know it off by heart. Of course mine isn't nearly as good. I mostly blame my lack of experience though; it's also fair to say that some of the problem is the availability of the right kind of meat. Italian sausage is hard enough to find here. I think spicy Italian sausage might be nigh-on impossible since spicy food isn't a huge part of food culture in NZ. Cest la vie. Though, I have to say, a good sauce would be worth moving back home for. I can see it now: being able to buy the perfect coil of meat. Letting it simmer away till all the flavors have come out. Violin music would be playing as Rhys and I sit down to eat. Somehow, unbeknownst to us, we would start eating either end of the same string of spaghetti. We would be so absorbed in the great food that we wouldn't notice until it's too late and...Ok maybe not, especially since I'm very bad at sharing good food. I am, however, willing to just have a spaghetti night at my parent's house… with everyone eating from their own plate.
In the end, all this thought of pasta has triggered a new food goal for me; I would love to try making my own pasta. I think ravioli would be a fun one to try. How about you, are there any foods you've always wanted to make for yourself?