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Anthony…It’s Wednesday. Prince Spaghetti Day!


As the More is More Mom®, I’m all about….more pasta on Wednesday. It’s Prince Spaghetti Day! While we might not be Italian, and we don’t have an Anthony (though we do have a Nicky, and if you watch the Soprano’s, that’s pretty close), we certainly love our pasta…and our Frank Sinatra.

 

To set the mood for Prince Spaghetti Day, I might plug in my I-Pod and listen to old Blue Eyes (I’ve Got the World on a String), Vic Damone (On the Street Where You Live), Luis Prima (Angelina/Zooma, Zooma) and my favorite, Dean Martin (Ain’ t That a Kick in The Head).  

You are going to fall in love with this pasta dish (That’s Amore!). There’s nothing like the sweet, smoky taste of a little pancetta.

Pancetta Pasta:

You will need a large sauté pan.

Heat;

2 Tbsp olive oil

Add;

9 oz pancetta (my Dominick’s sells it in 3 oz packages, so I purchase 3 packages. The pancetta is thin, like bacon, and I cut it into 1” slices and separate, thicker than that would be way too chunky. I think it’s nice thin and crispy.)

Saute  for approximately 5 minutes

Stir in;

1 tsp cracked black pepper

Remove from heat

In a mixing bowl, combine;

6 eggs (I had 7 left in the carton, so I added them all. The more the merrier)

½ cup heavy whipping cream (yummy!)

Mix in;

½ cup of shredded Parmesan

½ tsp sea salt

½ tsp cracked black pepper (for a little…Kick in the Head. Thanks Dino!)

The OCD in me prefers to have all of my ingredients ready to go before I cook my pasta.

In a large stock pot, bring water to a boil.

Add;

1 pound of tubular pasta, such as a penne or a mostaccioli, so the sauce gets inside the noodle for more delectable goodness! My brand preference is actually Barilla, not Prince. Sorry Anthony’s momma!

Cook according to directions, for about 12 minutes. I personally don’t love al dente.

Drain the pasta, while reserving 1 cup of liquid for the sauce.

Return the pasta to the pot.

Toss in the cooked pancetta.

Pour in the cream mixture and stir thoroughly. If you don’t think the mixture is creamy enough, add a little bit of the reserved pasta water.

Add;

1 cup shredded Parmesan

3 Tbsp chopped flat leaf parsley

Salt and pepper to taste

Plate and serve

Top with additional Parmesan for your cheese lovers.

Serve with crispy Italian bread or garlic bread.

Fall in love with more creamy and more smoky pancetta goodness!

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Nicky and Nana Take A Road Trip!


As the More is More Mom®, I must say that water in the basement certainly creates…..more opportunities.

My mom is amazing. She is everything a mother and grandmother should be; loving, encouraging, supportive, humorous, engaging, nurturing, involved, and devoted. My people are her only grandchildren and they swear that “NANA” stands for Nick-Amanda-Nick-Amanda. Even Wrigley makes out like a bandit. He never has to check in to a doggie motel, because he gets to be a city dog and vacation with his Nana and Boppa in Chicago. We’re lucky he’s willing to come home with us. Our cul-de-sac is sooooo boring; it’s nothing like Wisteria Lane.

This was the plan: Sunday night my mom would zip out to the ‘burbs in her Zoom Zoom Car (her Mazda 5, which she is crazy for!) and chauffer Amanda around town for a few days while I took Nick to his golf tourney in Wisconsin. Chuck of course would have to go to work (it’s a four letter word for a reason). Wrigley was super pumped to have time with his Nana. He likes her best because she holds his rawhide for him while he gnaws at it and she takes him for lengthy, leisurely walks.

When the floodgates opened up to our basement, I called my mom and asked if she would mind taking Nick to his tournament instead. Mind? Absolutely not! She’d be delighted. Time with a busy teenager can be rather elusive and she’d been missing her Nicky Boy. Sometimes she will come for a quick sleepover to get her Nick fix, even if it’s just to look at him do his homework (though they usually stay up extra late and have a Will Ferrell marathon. Apparently napping is never frowned upon during 1st period.).

 Now that I am a semi-professional golf spectator, I gave her the lowdown. Sunday night they would play a practice round and ride in the golf cart. Then, the following two days she could walk the 36 holes and admire Nick (in the nearly unbearable sun and heat). She was thrilled! We are a city people, accustomed to the concrete jungle, so three days on the links sounded like a vacation. Nana loved her time with Nick in the golf cart, cruising around from hole to hole. She is a woman that loves a good souvenir t-shirt and was hopeful the tournament would be selling one to commemorate her time with Nick.

Apparently, I’ve not given my mom enough credit; she is actually very good at locating the ball and keeping score….of everyone playing in the round. I can never find the ball and after each t-shot turn to Nick and ask, “Where did it go?” As we move on to the next hole I inquire, “How many strokes was that?” Not irritating at all.

They found a hotel that they both liked, while I complain about everything. If we don’t move to another hotel, at the very least, we change rooms. Each night they ate at one of Nick’s favorite establishments, Buffalo Wild Wings. One night they spent 4 ½ hours at the Cineplex enjoying Inception and Salt.

 As it turned out, Nana brought Nick good luck. He shot a 78 the first day and a 74 the second. She was down with the lingo and would text us things like, “37 on the front 9 with a double bogey.” I barely know what that means!

 The best part about our basement flooding (other than the overdue spring cleaning) was that Nick got to spend a few quality days with his Nana. What could be more meaningful than that?

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