Paccheri With Mushroom Sauce

I sometimes attribute my fondness for mushrooms to the fact that my father claimed not to like them, a teenage rebellion that I never outgrew. My mother did not always respect his opinion, especially when it came to using cream of mushroom soup in her noodle casserole. He would sit down at the table, mutter…
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Spam ’N’ Mac

“To die for” was how a young lady described a dish of “Lobster Mac” she had eaten the night before our conversation. It’s macaroni and cheese with lobster meat baked into the casserole. I really like lobster and enjoy good macaroni and cheese, so I am sure I would agree with her assessment of the…
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Bucatini All’ Amatriciana

Despite the fact that my mother occasionally fed our family Chef Boyardee Spaghetti and Meatballs, I still like Italian foods. Actually, every few years I buy a can of the Chef’s meatballs and spaghetti to remind myself that it is really quite good. Not great, but a good choice for dinner alone at the cabin…
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Spinach, Beef And Ravioli Soup

When I was twelve or thirteen years old, my father took me one day for a long walk in the woods behind my Grandpa Hopp’s farm. As I remember we were hunting for grouse, but today I think that the real reason was that Dad wanted to teach me a little history. It was a…
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Mushroom, Spinach, And Sausage Penne

When I was growing up, every kid I knew loved Popeye the Sailor Man. We followed the comic in the Sunday newspapers and roared with our friends when a Popeye cartoon came on the screen before the matinee at the theater Saturday afternoons. When we tried to cadge a Coke at the drug store, we…
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