It’s dark and rainy. The boy says it’s the kind of weather
to have canned Heinz spaghetti. I get what he means but we’re not going that
far. This has the same kind of comforting effect though.
2 x 400g chopped tomatoes
2tbsp tomato puree
3 garlic cloves, grated
1tsp light brown sugar
1tbsp olive oil
Pinch cinnamon
Pinch allspice
Pinch grated nutmeg
½ tsp salt
Pinch pepper
200g spaghetti
50g flaked almonds
2tbsp finely chopped parsley
You could use any pasta but I think only spaghetti will have
that really satisfying nursery effect. Normally I advocate only using Cirio
tomatoes, but chopped ones are usually okay, whatever the brand. Just try to
avoid using supermarket budget brand as they will be more watery.
Start by toasting the almonds in a dry frying pan. Keep them
moving so they don’t burn. Set aside once they start giving up a toasty aroma.
The boy is chopping the parsley, which is also set aside for later.
Bring a big pan of salty water to the boil, for the
spaghetti. Meanwhile put the tomatoes, tomato puree, garlic and sugar into
another pan. Add a little water to the tomato can and swirl to get extra tomato
juice out. Simmer and stir frequently to reduce it down to a sauce consistency.
After 30 minutes add the olive oil, cinnamon, allspice, salt, pepper and
nutmeg. The nutmeg really needs to be freshly grated. It smells a bit like
Christmas.
Pop the pasta in the boiling water and cook according to the
instructions. Give it the bite test after 8 minutes and every couple of minutes
after that until you’re happy with it. Drain, but leave about 3tbsp of the
salty, starchy cooking water behind. Add the tomato sauce and toss well.
The boy’s cat is not allowed to beg from the table but will
often wait patiently in the kitchen for a treat. The boy gives him a couple of long
strands of sauce covered spaghetti. The cat pounces on it, trying to kill it
but then surprisingly, eats it, purring and trying to catch the wriggling ends in
his paws.
Serve in deep bowls and sprinkle on plenty of the almonds
and parsley. Give it a light toss to mix them in a little bit before handing
the boy his.
Much as he’d love to, he’s not getting away without some
veg. His side plate has lightly steamed green beans, dressed with olive oil,
crushed garlic, lemon juice and salt and pepper. He doesn’t complain and slurps
contentedly. He’s wearing a black T shirt so we’re okay.
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