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Christmas spaghetti

I worked very hard to build good family traditions for my sons after their mom and I split up. But now those sons are in their early 20s; one has his first career job, which requires he work Christmas Day. It’s proving surprisingly challenging to get my whole family together at once this year to enjoy Christmas together. We are in a time of tradition transition, and I admit that I’m not entirely happy about it. I loved the traditions we built. But I do know that this is the natural order of things as children fly the nest.

I’m still giving all of my blogging time to the message I’ll give my church at our Christmas Eve service tonight. So indulge me as I rerun this post from December 22, 2011. This Christmas tradition ended a few years ago when I learned that I’m essentially allergic to garlic and onions. Cutting those foods out of my life has transformed my health.


We started having the big family Christmas gathering at my house when I rented my church’s parsonage after my wife and I split. You’d think that holiday hosting duties wouldn’t fall to the newly single guy, but logistically it just made sense. I was pinching pennies thanks to exorbitant lawyer bills, and that first Christmas was mighty lean. It was so lean that I fed everyone spaghetti for Christmas dinner.

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I must admit, I really like my homemade spaghetti sauce. I had perfected it through trial and error when I taught myself to cook in my early 20s in my first apartment.  But I was surprised when my Christmas spaghetti was a huge hit, and even more surprised the next year when everybody asked me to make it again. My mom has asked for it every year since. Now that money isn’t so tight, I make a bigger and more elaborate Christmas meal – but make spaghetti the night before or the night after. Here’s my recipe.

1 lb. bulk Italian sausage
1 stick pepperoni, cut into chunks
Small onion, diced
30 oz. crushed tomatoes or tomato puree
30 oz. diced tomatoes, drained
12 oz. tomato paste
5 cloves garlic, pressed
2 t basil
2 t oregano
1 t salt
1 t pepper

Brown the sausage with the onion and drain the fat. Add the tomatoes, pepperoni, and spices and simmer until the flavors come together, at least an hour.

As you can see, there’s not much to it, but it sure does taste good. I usually serve it with a salad, steamed broccoli, and warm crusty bread.

What unusual Christmas traditions does your family have?

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The dude cooks: Hamburger soup, Grandma, and the Great Depression

My grandmother told me often while I was in college that before I graduated she’d teach me “Depression cooking” — ways she learned during the Great Depression of making meals and dollars stretch as far as possible. “You won’t make much money at first,” she said. “You’ll be glad to know this.”

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My grandmother, Kathryn Frederick, in 1977. This was so her style.

Grandma passed away before she could teach me. And then she was right: I didn’t make much money at first. I would have been glad to know Depression cooking.

Grandma loved to make special meals for her family. Many times I awoke to her frying lightly floured fish, freshly caught in the lake on which she lived. She’d also fry potatoes, dish up applesauce, and make toast. Breakfast bliss! Chicken paprikash was her specialty, but if she couldn’t get a certain brand of paprika imported from Hungary, she wouldn’t make it. And I am filled with deep feelings of pleasure and belonging remembering the Sundays she’d make a big pot of something and leave it on the stove on low. We’d just eat off it whenever we got hungry, as we played cards and told family stories all day. How bohemian!

Grandma was a cook of broad strokes. She cut ingredients into coarse chunks. She poured spices into her hand until the amount felt right, and dumped the contents into her pot. And somehow she always used two times as many pots and pans as were truly necessary. The sink always overflowed with dirty dishes.

A few years ago, in a refrigerator-cleaning fit, I found a package of hamburger on it’s expiration date and a drawer full of vegetables going soft. So I made soup out of it. I totally made it up as I went. But I channeled my grandmother: big chunks, spices measured into the hand, even too many pots as the first one I used was too small. It turned out delicious! And I’m sure Grandma would have nodded in Depression-era approval, for this soup costs relatively little and the recipe makes a lot.

Hamburger soup

1.5 pounds hamburger
4 c beef broth (Grandma might have used water; I like low-sodium stock)
1 onion, diced
3-4 stalks celery, sliced
Large can (28-30 oz) diced tomatoes, with juice
4-6 medium potatoes, skin on, cut into chunks (red potatoes add great color)
4-5 carrots, cut into chunks
1-2 c frozen green beans
Spices, to taste:
– Salt (I use kosher, pouring a mound into the center of my palm; I guess about 1 T)
– Ground pepper (a little: about 1 t)
– Garlic powder (mounded into my palm, about 1 T)
– Oregano (mounded into my palm, about 1 T)
– Dried parsley (for color; two mounds in my palm, about 2 T)

Fry the hamburger with the onion and celery. Drain the fat.

Combine with the rest of the ingredients into a large pot, and cook on medium-low for an hour or until the flavors come together.

There’s nothing sacrosanct about this recipe. You can use whatever vegetables you have on hand. Last time I made it, I chunked up a couple leftover parsnips and in they went. If I didn’t have any green beans, I’d probably throw in mixed vegetables. You could use macaroni instead of potatoes, if that’s more your thing. It’s not mine; I eat a gluten-free diet. But if you do it, add cooked macaroni in the last 15 minutes. And I’ll bet tarragon, cilantro, or basil would work equally as well as the oregano.

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You get a colorful, flavorful, filling soup. And in case you wonder why I’m sharing a soup recipe in July rather than in a more soup-friendly month such as February, know that I made a double batch a couple weeks ago for a church pitch-in lunch and the pot emptied lickety-split. All year round, this is a pleasing, hearty meal.

Now that I think of it, next time I have the family over on a Sunday, I’ll have to leave a pot on the stove and break out the cards.

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Christmas spaghetti

We started having the big family Christmas gathering at my house when I rented my church’s parsonage after my wife and I split. You’d think that holiday hosting duties wouldn’t fall to the newly single guy, but logistically it just made sense. I was pinching pennies thanks to exorbitant lawyer bills, and that first Christmas was mighty lean. It was so lean that I fed everyone spaghetti for Christmas dinner.

I must admit, I really like my homemade spaghetti sauce. I had perfected it through trial and error when I taught myself to cook in my early 20s in my first apartment.  But I was surprised when my Christmas spaghetti was a huge hit, and even more surprised the next year when everybody asked me to make it again. My mom has asked for it every year since. Now that money isn’t so tight, I make a bigger and more elaborate Christmas meal – but make spaghetti the night before or the night after. Here’s my recipe.

1 lb. bulk Italian sausage
1 stick pepperoni, cut into chunks
Small onion, diced
30 oz. crushed tomatoes or tomato puree
30 oz. diced tomatoes, drained
12 oz. tomato paste
5 cloves garlic, pressed
2 t basil
2 t oregano
1 t salt
1 t pepper

Brown the sausage with the onion and drain the fat. Add the tomatoes, pepperoni, and spices and simmer until the flavors come together, at least an hour.

As you can see, there’s not much to it, but it sure does taste good. I usually serve it with a salad, steamed broccoli, and warm crusty bread.

What unusual Christmas traditions does your family have?

Another tradition at my house is the Christmas music we play. Johnny Mathis figures heavily into the mix. Read that story.

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