Baked Spaghetti Casserole
This is a very quick, very silly cartoon I drew about a year ago.
When you’re a kid, you make sense of the world either by trying to figure it out for yourself, or by believing what wiser, older adults tell you…
When we were kids, my siblings and I thought those floaters you get in the front of your eyes came from eating too much cholesterol. Therefore, this drawing is a nod to all those childhood myths you either fabricated on your own, or a wives tale some well meaning adult told you.
So, here’s the story to go with the cartoon:
Whenever we went to Aunt Lucille’s house for dinner, she made baked spaghetti casserole. After dinner everyone had orange around their lips and got bloated with indigestion. Once, Mom asked for the recipe out of politeness. The worst time was when we had to stay the whole weekend because the cholesterol squiggles in front of Dad’s eyes were so bad he couldn’t see to drive us home.
For anyone who came by here because they put “baked spaghetti casserole” into a search engine box, I am sorry I don’t have a recipe for you. Maybe one day I’ll even post one!
It appears that baked spaghetti casserole will never die.
Tags: Baked Spaghetti Casserole, comic, food
October 14th, 2007 at 8:02 am
The first time spagetti ever made me nauseated was when my first husband’s mother made it. She fried hamburger up in a skillet, and then without really draining the meat, added onions, spices, bell pepper, and tomato sauce…she only cooked it for like 20 minutes…grease would be floating over the top…like maybe half an inch of it!
….and it’s that concoction she’d pour over spaghetti noodles! My stomach burns and churns just thinking about it.
My own mom’s spaghetti sauce took all day to cook….over a very low heat, and it wasn’t swimming in grease!
The best spaghetti sauce I ever had was made with shredded roast pork…and a dash of chili powder. (absolutely NO BELL PEPPER)…it was made with finely chopped onion and slice mushrooms sauteed in real butter…tomato paste and tomato sauce…cooked allllllll day. (like my mom’s) and rather than spaghetti noodles, she used vermicelli. I can still taste it. brava, what a cook! The woman was our landlady for the 16 months we lived in Omaha – an Italian immigrant.
June 6th, 2009 at 10:27 am
[...] is the aunt in the infamous Baked Spaghetti Casserole story. Lucille’s fingers are separated with black thread, in keeping with the quality of [...]
May 21st, 2010 at 6:36 pm
You got me by putting the warning of no recipe at the end of the post! That’s ok, I can relate to the odd ways that I sometimes viewed the world as a child. I once thought danilions were pretty and couldn’t figure out why anyone would want to get them out of the lawn. Now those pesky things are the enemy
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June 30th, 2010 at 6:17 am
you can avoid indigestion by eating high fiber foods.,*~