Mother's Day. The brunch in Corktown was a success. Brianna wore a dress that accommodated her growing belly, and we sat by the window and ate eggs Benedict and waffles and fruit, and she drank decaf coffee (the one sacrifice of pregnancy that genuinely pains her), and Aiden ate pancakes with his hands, and for ninety minutes we were a family at brunch and not a family in crisis. I paid the bill without looking at it, which is the act of a man who has decided that some moments are worth whatever they cost.
Mama received her new wooden spoon with the reverence of a knight receiving a sword. She held it up, tested its weight, tapped it against her palm, and said, "This will do." From Mama, this is a five-star review. She immediately used it to stir the greens she was making for Sunday dinner, and by the time we ate, the new spoon had been baptized in pot liquor. It belongs to the kitchen now.
Brianna's belly is becoming more visible. She is sixteen weeks, and the pregnancy is different from Aiden's — she is carrying lower, which Mama interprets as definitely a girl (Mama's gender prediction methodology is based on folklore and an unshakeable confidence in her own intuition). The nausea is mostly gone, replaced by cravings. This week: pickles and peanut butter. Not together. Though if she asked for them together, I would provide them without comment, because you do not question a pregnant woman's cravings. You provide.
I am learning to cook more things. Not well — let me be clear about that — but more. This week I made spaghetti from a jar (Ragu, the familiar kind), but I added ground beef and garlic and onion, which is technically "cooking" and not just "heating." Brianna tasted it and said, "You added stuff." I said, "I added stuff." She said, "It's better." This is progress. Small, measurable progress. The kind you make on the assembly line — one piece at a time, one vehicle at a time, one dinner at a time.
The Tigers are terrible again. Dad called to discuss this in detail. The bullpen is the problem, he says, which is what he said last year and the year before and the year before that. The Tigers' bullpen is the family's oldest ongoing grievance, ahead of the weather and slightly behind the state of the roads. Dad watches every game. Dad will watch every game until there are no more games to watch. This is commitment. This is masochism. This is love.
Brianna said “You added stuff,” and I have been living off that review ever since. If adding garlic and onion to Ragu is progress, then Pasta Puttanesca is the next rung on the ladder — same spirit, same weeknight energy, but you’re building the sauce yourself from pantry staples that cost less than the jar. It’s the kind of recipe that makes you feel like you know what you’re doing in the kitchen, even when you’re still figuring it out one dinner at a time.
Pasta Puttanesca
Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 25 minutes | Total Time: 35 minutes | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 12 oz spaghetti
- 3 tablespoons olive oil
- 6 garlic cloves, thinly sliced
- 1 medium yellow onion, finely diced
- 1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes (or to taste)
- 4 anchovy fillets, minced (optional but recommended)
- 1 can (28 oz) crushed tomatoes
- 1/2 cup Kalamata olives, pitted and roughly chopped
- 2 tablespoons capers, drained
- 1 teaspoon dried oregano
- Salt and black pepper, to taste
- 1/4 cup fresh parsley, chopped (for serving)
- Grated Parmesan, for serving (optional)
Instructions
- Boil the pasta. Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Cook spaghetti according to package directions until al dente. Reserve 1/2 cup pasta water before draining.
- Build the base. While pasta cooks, heat olive oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Add the diced onion and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened and lightly golden, about 6–8 minutes.
- Add garlic and heat. Add the sliced garlic and red pepper flakes to the skillet. If using anchovies, add them now. Cook 1–2 minutes, stirring constantly, until garlic is fragrant and anchovies have dissolved into the oil.
- Simmer the sauce. Pour in the crushed tomatoes, then stir in the olives, capers, and oregano. Season lightly with salt and pepper (the olives and capers bring their own salt — taste before adding more). Reduce heat to medium-low and simmer uncovered for 12–15 minutes, until the sauce thickens slightly.
- Combine and finish. Add the drained spaghetti directly to the skillet and toss to coat. If the sauce is too thick, add a splash of reserved pasta water and toss again until everything is glossy and well combined.
- Serve. Divide into bowls and top with fresh parsley and Parmesan if desired. Serve immediately.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 480 | Protein: 14g | Fat: 14g | Carbs: 74g | Fiber: 6g | Sodium: 720mg
About the cook who shared this
DeShawn Carter
Week 59 of DeShawn’s 30-year story
· Detroit, Michigan
DeShawn is a thirty-six-year-old single dad, auto plant worker, and a man who didn't learn to cook until his wife left and his five-year-old asked, "Daddy, can you cook something?" He called his mama, who came over with two bags of groceries and spent six months teaching him the basics. Now he's the dad at the cookout who brings the ribs, the guy at the plant whose leftover gumbo starts fights, and living proof that it's never too late to learn.