Last night I tried out a recipe from my cookbook for spaghetti and meatballs. Normally my family just does meat sauce, so I was hesitant to try this new concept.
Caine and I had spent the weekend in Houston with his family. Since he had a Genetics test this morning, I offered to make him dinner so he could spend more time studying. After the weekend, I was exhausted to say the least. I never sleep very well away from my own bed. I also am facing the monster that is my seasonal allergies. Every time the weather goes from hot to cold quickly, which lately has been every twelve hours, I get sick. Not sick enough to stay home, just sick enough to feel awful. So, all that to say, I'm very thankful that this recipe was so quick, easy and filling. I used frozen, Italian style meatballs, which I actually found in my HEB freezer section. the recipe also called for two cans of diced tomatoes with the liquid, two cans of tomato paste (which by the way tastes DISGUSTING on its own), half a cup of water, dried Italian seasoning and two teaspoons of sugar. Simmer it all together in a Dutch oven, which I didn't realize is just a big pot (go figure), and twenty minutes later you've got yourself sauce that tastes like it's been on the stove top all day. You could probably make this in the slow cooker over really low heat if you wanted it ready for when you got home. It also didn't matter that my noodles were a little sticky because the sauce was so much more...saucy than if I had done regular meat sauce.
This was by far the most filling meal I have made except maybe for pot roast. I only had one small helping and felt full the rest of the night. Caine, who usually gets seconds of anything I make, had one normal sized portion and finished mine. Isn't it astounding how 20-something males can eat as much as they want of whatever they want and never gain weight? I think it's a blessing, Caine thinks it's a curse. I would kill to be able to eat all the ice cream I wanted and never gain a single pound.
On that...I would like to make a segue. The thought has crossed my mind on occasion that because I cook for Caine or enjoy housework or don't mind doing domestic things, I'm anti-feminist. I am not one of those women who believes that the only job I can take on is homemaker because I'm a woman. I do not believe that women were "designed" to ONLY be wives and mothers. To me cooking, cleaning and doing other "wifey" things is not about duty. It's about putting the needs of others before yourself, which I have always believed is right. When I cook for Caine, I don't think "I'm doing this to be subservient to him because he's a man and I'm a woman" I instead think, "I'm doing this because if Christ had a friend who needed a meal cooked for them, he would not hesitate in making them a dinner." I think that if more women thought of their husbands as their friends, there would be no confusion about "a woman's place." We would all just be serving and helping one another without any labels about what women should do for men and what men should do for women. Wouldn't that be nice?
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