Shana's super simple spaghetti

I love to cook. When I'm home, my mom and I cook all the time, from old favorites to weird new recipes. While I might not be the best cook in the world (yeah right), I have a lot of fun when I cook and this is my all-time favorite thing to cook because it's super easy to make, it always tastes good, and it makes me feel like I'm at home.

You will need:

  • Pasta of your choice (I use spaghetti, obvs)
  • bread (duhh)
  • butter
  • olive oil
  • tasty, fruity red wine (another duh)
  • a spoonful of sugar (makes the medicine go down)
  • oregano
  • salt & pepper
  • 1 big can of crushed tomatoes
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 1 shallot, chopped
  • garlic (your call - I use loads), chopped
  • red pepper flakes (optional)

Preparation

To begin, heat some olive oil and a bit of butter in a large saucepan (or a giant pot if, like me, that's all you have) and toss in the chopped onion, shallot, and garlic. Cook these until the butter is fully melted and all the ingredients are soft and semi-translucent.

Then, pour in your can o' tomatoes. I like to use crushed tomatoes because I prefer a chunkier sauce (plus it tends to be more tomato-y), but you can use pureed tomatoes if you like a smoother sauce. Remember - the onions will cause chunks in your sauce if you cut them too big or don't cook them long enough!

Now, the fun part. If you haven't already poured yourself a glass of wine, do it now, because I'm sure you feel like you deserve it after a good onion cry. This part - spicing up your sauce - is entirely up to your tastes. I usually take a few sips of my red wine before pouring the rest of the glass into the sauce.* At this point, I add the sugar, oregano, and salt & pepper. I also add a generous amount of red pepper flakes here because I love the fight between the heat of the red pepper and the sweetness of the wine and sugar. But again - this is your sauce.

Make it your own! Let this sauce simmer, uncovered, for as long as it takes to get to optimum viscosity. Ten points for that word! I don't like to start cooking my pasta until my sauce is simmering, so they finish at around the same time. After draining the pasta, it goes directly into the sauce so every noodle can bathe in tomato-y goodness.

Normally, my spaghetti story ends here, but on the particular occasion that my friend Laura took these photos, we decided to make meatballs and garlic bread as well. If you want to make the meatballs, take a shallot, some garlic, and about half an onion and grate them into a bowl with some ground meat - we used beef, but you could use pretty much anything. I think beef and pork would work best in this situation. Add to that bowl spices of your choice (salt & pepper, etc... of course red pepper flakes. that's-a spicy meatball!), grated parmesan cheese and breadcrumbs (I used ones with garlic and parsley added), and using your hands (ew), mix it all up with one egg. I added a picture of when I mixed the meatballs because I know my mom won't believe I actually touched raw meat by choice. To cook the meatballs, I cooked them in a pan with olive oil until they were a nice brown color, then put them on a pan and cooked them in the oven on low heat for about ten minutes, turning them over halfway through. Once finished, the meatballs also went directly into the sauce with the cooked spaghetti.

To make the garlic bread, we cut a loaf of bread in half to make two long slices, rubbed the surface with garlic, drizzled olive oil all over them, and layered very thin slices of butter across the top, and sprinkled it with parmesan cheese and the leftover garlic pieces. This went into the oven for about five minutes as the meatballs finished cooking and came out crunchy and delicious.

So, there you have it! My not-so secret spaghetti recipe! I make this at least once a month and if nobody is around to eat it, the entire batch makes about five or six meals.

*Don't tell my Uncle Dave about that. He would shut down my kitchen.

The mountains are calling...

...and I must go. City life is great, but sometimes I miss the beautiful mountain air I enjoyed while living in Boone, NC. On Saturday, my friend Jessie and I took a quick bus ride north of Madrid to a town called Manzanares El Real. While there is a castle there, we instead chose to take a short walk down the road and hike through part of La Pedriza, a mountainous collection of giant stones that make a very steep hike with really beautiful views.

You might not be able to tell unless you know what you're looking for, but those familiar with Madrid's landscape will be able to see the Cuatro Torres on the horizon. (Those not familiar with Madrid's landscape may notice two goats in the shadow of a nearby boulder.) Even though Manzanares El Real is only about 35km (~21mi) from the city, it felt like we'd traveled much further away. This was the first real hike I'd done since I was at ASU, so even two days later my legs are a little sore. I guess I'll just have to get back in hiking shape while the weather is still nice!

Days like this renew my love for la capital. Though I live within the confines of the city-shaping M30 motorway, I can easily take a Saturday and find myself having a picnic on top of a mountain after less than an hour of travel. Menos mal that I'm not much of a beach person.

Un anuncio!

Nothing new has happened lately, just the usual school routine... but I have added a new page to the blog! Check it out at the top under '101 Cosas' or click here! I am adding photos to the list as they happen or as I find the ones I've already done.... wish me luck on finishing the list!

The Ides of March

The Ides of March, or the 15th of March, is the day that Julius Caesar was killed in 44BC, and due to Shakespeare's play, Julius Caesar, the Ides of March carry a sense of imminent danger and foreboding. However, for me, the Ides of March hold a much more pleasant sentiment-- today marks six months of Spanish living!

Six months ago, I left Raleigh and boarded a plane in DC to come to Madrid. The months have absolutely flown! I have done and seen some amazing things and met a lot of great people, and most importantly, I've learned a lot. I've learned how important it is to be open to anyone or anything in a situation like this--I'm away from home, my family, my friends, my habits, my native language (more or less)...in the past that's been difficult for me, because I've always had the same group of friends for a number of years at a time before having to start from nothing (okay, maybe starting from a few friends). Something I've found to be especially wonderful about Spanish culture is how friendly everyone is. I'm not the only person to notice this, either--search nearly any travel blog for thoughts on Spanish people and most will say the same thing. In my first week of work, another teacher got off the bus at the same stop and noticed me also walking to the school. She asked if I'd arrived on the same bus, if I was going to the school, and since then she's been one of my close friends and now we enjoy a chat on the way to and from school many times each week.

I've also learned the importance of comfort. However, I'm not talking about immediately changing into pajamas after the workday. It's easy to feel disconnected and uncomfortable in a place that is so far from what I'm used to. Now I know exactly how I like to do things and I know my daily routine as if it were a science. I've always been able to recognize when I need to be alone, and though it happens a lot less frequently than it used to, it is still extremely necessary sometimes. My general introvert habits have faded a bit since coming here and I tend to spend more time around lots of people than I used to, but I think it was necessary. While my Spanish has of course improved immensely, I had to overcome the fear of even trying to speak in order to improve. I'm no longer nervous about going shopping or calling my bank, and I have friendly, casual conversations entirely in Spanish every day.

An observation I'm not sure I can make at this point is regarding my old friends. I haven't been the best at staying in touch with everyone, but at the same time I know exactly who I'll email as soon as I book a ticket home and who I'll call as soon as I shake off the jet lag. I miss my friends, and of course I miss my family so much. I actually just got a package today from Uncle Dave and Aunt Michelle (thanks!!) and the package I got for Christmas really made me appreciate my family more than I'd ever imagined. I also don't think I can miss Christmas again. Even though I do a lot of the same things here as I would do at home--sit on the couch, cook delicious food, watch TV--I know it won't ever be quite the same. But even with missing my friends and family, feeling out of place from time to time, and sometimes not even understanding English, I'm happy. The past six months have gone by entirely too quickly and I hate to think that less than four months remain, but words cannot express how grateful I am to be here and to have really been able to settle in and feel like I am part of this magnificent city.