You can never go wrong with Spag Bol!

If anyone here is reading this and thinking what on earth is Spag Bol?? It means Spaghetti Bolognese. It is late Monday arvo (afternoon) here in Melbourne – Labour Day, a public holiday – for those who are lucky enough that means getting a day off! I opened my fridge thinking about the silly mistake of not buying (gluten free) bread and not buying an onion when I was out food shopping yesterday and then thought… what on earth will I have for lunch? 

I looked at my ingredients that I bought intended for dinner and decided to have my Spag Bol for lunch instead! 

But the reason why I am writing about here is because this meal takes back me to a lot of memories. 

The first being in Italian class back when I was in Prep. We had been learning all about the different types of foods (Italian of course) Gelati, Spaghetti, Pizza… (that is all I can remember at the moment as a wonderful smell is coming from my kitchen…) and we had to do a class survey of our favourite foods. The majority of my peers said Gelati. I remember being one of the few who put their hand up for Spaghetti. Every time I went to a restaurant it was what I ordered. Every time my meal came out my parents or whoever I was with at the time would exclaim how big a portion I received and how they thought I was never going to finish it. I always managed to finish my meal. I perfected the noodle twirl with my fork and when I learnt it was more ‘proper’ to twirl pasta on a spoon I practiced that until I got it right. Although there is rarely a moment especially when I’m at home that I do this! 

The second is in all the times that I watched someone else cook it – my mother mainly, of course! For many years I would always recognise my mother’s spag bol for the way it tasted. If someone else cooked it, it was never the same. Sometimes it was not as nice… other times (sssh don’t tell my Mum) it was better… Sometimes like a lot of mother’s did she tried putting veggies (vegetables) in the sauce because me and my brother were I guess a little too fussy when it came to our veggies. It never worked though because she would put the veggies in the sauce as chunks. Not only could we see them but we could still taste them! The point is though that whenever there is spag bol there is family or friends sitting down together and sharing a bowl or plate. If you eat it alone those people are still somehow there… they are thought of even if actually not present. It cheers you up, fills you and you can eat any time of the year! 

When it has come to making it myself… I think this is one thing that I have learnt how to do by doing. Not by a recipe and with only a small instruction by my mother. Every time I make it I use slightly different ingredients but it always tastes great. It will always bring comfort and I just love it! 

The best thing is that since being diagnosed with Coeliac Disease the only thing I have to do to make sure I can still eat is use gluten free pasta!! Easy! 

It is one of my favourite foods that I can still eat! 

🙂 

 

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