The first week without a Saturday lesson. I am on my own. Mama said I have the tools and the hands and now I need the time. So I cook. Every day. For myself and for the kids when they are here. Monday: smothered pork chops (practice — the gravy was not as thick as Saturday's, but close). Tuesday: baked chicken and rice. Wednesday: spaghetti with my homemade sauce. Thursday: grilled chicken on the Weber (the grill is still my sanctuary, but it is now one tool among many, not the only one). Friday: fried catfish, cornmeal-crusted, with coleslaw and hush puppies. Saturday: I smoked ribs for the building. Sunday: Mama's table.
Seven meals in seven days. Seven different proteins, seven different techniques, seven different flavors. I cooked like a man making up for lost time, which is exactly what I was doing — not the lost time of the divorce, but the lost time of the twenty-seven years before the divorce when I did not cook, did not try, did not believe that feeding people was something men did.
The kids were here Friday through Sunday. Aiden ate the catfish and said, "This is like Grandma's!" I said, "It's supposed to be." He said, "It's close." He is five. He is a food critic who reviews with the honesty and the limited vocabulary of a child. "Close" from Aiden means "not quite Grandma's but definitely Dada's." I will take it.
Zaria helped me cook on Saturday. She stood on her step stool and stirred a bowl of cornbread batter with the focus of a surgeon. She is two and a half and she is already a cook — not by skill but by instinct, by the genetic inheritance of Cheryl Carter's kitchen, passed through me to her in the form of a wooden spoon and a cast-iron skillet and a father who learned late but learned well.
I ate dinner at the table every night. Alone or with the kids. At the table. With a plate. Like a man who values the meal. The table is not empty anymore. The table is where I feed my children and myself and the future that is building itself one dinner at a time.
Wednesday was the night I stopped second-guessing myself. I had smothered pork chops behind me and grilled chicken and fried catfish still ahead, but spaghetti — with sauce I made from scratch — was the meal that felt most like mine. This Southwestern Spaghetti is the version I keep coming back to now: it has heat, it has depth, and it tastes like a man who knows what he’s doing in his own kitchen. Aiden and Zaria clean their bowls every time, and that’s all the review I need.
Southwestern Spaghetti
Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 25 min | Total Time: 35 min | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 12 oz spaghetti
- 1 lb ground beef (80/20)
- 1 can (14.5 oz) diced tomatoes with green chiles, undrained
- 1 can (8 oz) tomato sauce
- 1 cup frozen corn kernels
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 tablespoon chili powder
- 1 teaspoon cumin
- 1/2 teaspoon smoked paprika
- 1/2 teaspoon salt, plus more for pasta water
- 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
- 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper (optional, to taste)
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- Shredded cheddar cheese, for topping
- Fresh cilantro or sliced green onions, for garnish
Instructions
- Cook 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. Drain and set aside.
- Brown the beef. Heat olive oil in a large deep skillet over medium-high heat. Add diced onion and cook 3–4 minutes until softened. Add garlic and cook 1 minute more. Add ground beef and cook, breaking it up with a spoon, until browned and cooked through, about 6–8 minutes. Drain excess fat.
- Build the sauce. Stir in chili powder, cumin, smoked paprika, salt, black pepper, and cayenne. Add diced tomatoes with chiles and tomato sauce. Stir to combine. Add frozen corn and bring to a simmer. Cook uncovered for 8–10 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the sauce thickens slightly.
- Combine. Add drained spaghetti directly to the skillet and toss to coat. If the sauce is too thick, add reserved pasta water a splash at a time until the consistency is right. Taste and adjust seasoning.
- Serve. Plate the spaghetti and top with shredded cheddar and fresh cilantro or sliced green onions. Serve immediately.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 580 | Protein: 34g | Fat: 18g | Carbs: 72g | Fiber: 5g | Sodium: 820mg
About the cook who shared this
DeShawn Carter
Week 216 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.