You know what’s harder than spelling ‘spaghetti?’ It’s explaining why spaghetti is the poor student’s food.
During my first year of college, I ate spaghetti quite frequently. From our dinky and illegal burner in our dorm suite, my roommate would make spaghetti at least once a week. Being Korean, she even put chunks of Spam in the sauce which I never really got used to. I was just eating it for the sauce and noodles between study sessions. It was quick, fast and when the sauce was on sale, a student could live on it for weeks.
On the flipside, I secretly snicker when I go to an Italian restaurant and overhear someone ordering spaghetti. I also never understood the popularity of The Spaghetti Factory. The location in downtown San Diego has since closed a few years ago but the concept of paying $7 for just marinara sauce and noodles is insane. The food isn’t memorable and it appears you are just paying for the experience.
I haven’t personally made spaghetti until recently. It was out of sheer desperation for dinner ideas. Ideally I would have liked to have made my own sauce but resorted to store bought stuff. But personalized it with the addition of fresh mushrooms and ground beef. In Italy, they would call it spaghetti alla bolognese. I’m just calling it dinner.