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Spaghetti Bread -- Because Curtis Deserved More Than a Side Dish

Summer continues. The rhythm of a house with teenagers is: noisy when they're here, silent when they're not, always partially in transition. Marcus comes home from camp talking about law schools. Jasmine comes home singing new songs. Isaiah comes home tired and taller (the boy grows in his sleep; I am convinced of this). Zoe comes home with art that is increasingly professional and increasingly abstract, which means she is growing into her style and her style is beautiful and I don't fully understand it and the not-understanding is fine because art doesn't need to be understood. It needs to be seen.

Curtis's health continues to worry me. His doctor said his blood pressure is "borderline" and his mobility is declining. I drive him to every appointment. I sit in waiting rooms and read old magazines and think about Mama in the same waiting rooms, ten years ago, with the same fear, and the parallel is both comfort (I've done this before) and terror (I know how this story can go). I feed him carefully now: less salt, more vegetables (he still won't eat salad but he'll eat roasted broccoli, which I consider a triumph of the human spirit). His diabetes is managed. His stubbornness is not. He refuses a wheelchair. He refuses a walker. He uses the cane and the cane is his final stand and I let him have it because dignity is not negotiable.

Made a special dinner for Curtis: his T-bone steak, which his doctor would not approve of and which I approve of completely because a man who has outlived his wife by five years and still sits at his daughter's table deserves a steak, and if the steak takes a week off his life then the steak was worth it because the joy of eating a steak at seventy-six is a week's worth of living compressed into twenty minutes of chewing.

That T-bone was Curtis’s night, full stop — but the rest of the table needed feeding too, and I wanted something that felt as celebratory and indulgent as his steak did, something the teenagers would actually sit down for without a single complaint. Spaghetti Bread is exactly that kind of recipe: it’s ridiculous and satisfying and a little over the top, which matched the energy of a dinner where I’d already decided joy was the whole point. When the man with the cane smiles at the table, you make sure everyone around him is smiling too.

Spaghetti Bread

Prep Time: 20 min | Cook Time: 30 min | Total Time: 50 min | Servings: 6

Ingredients

  • 1 loaf Italian bread (about 14 inches long)
  • 8 oz spaghetti, cooked and drained
  • 1/2 lb ground beef
  • 1/2 lb Italian sausage, casings removed
  • 1 jar (24 oz) marinara sauce
  • 1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
  • 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese
  • 1 teaspoon garlic powder
  • 1 teaspoon Italian seasoning
  • 1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes (optional)
  • 2 tablespoons butter, melted
  • 1 tablespoon fresh parsley, chopped

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven. Heat oven to 350°F. Line a large baking sheet with foil.
  2. Brown the meat. In a large skillet over medium-high heat, cook ground beef and Italian sausage together, breaking up with a spoon, until no pink remains, about 8–10 minutes. Drain excess fat.
  3. Build the filling. Stir marinara sauce into the cooked meat. Add garlic powder, Italian seasoning, and red pepper flakes if using. Simmer over low heat for 5 minutes. Remove from heat and fold in the cooked spaghetti until everything is well coated.
  4. Hollow the bread. Slice the Italian loaf in half lengthwise. Using your hands or a spoon, pull out some of the interior bread to create a shallow well in each half, leaving about a 1/2-inch border. Brush the insides with melted butter.
  5. Fill and top. Spoon the spaghetti and meat mixture evenly into both bread halves, mounding it generously. Sprinkle mozzarella and Parmesan cheeses over the top of each half.
  6. Bake. Place filled bread halves on the prepared baking sheet and bake for 20–25 minutes, until the cheese is melted and bubbly and the bread edges are golden and crisp.
  7. Finish and serve. Remove from oven, scatter fresh parsley over the top, and let rest for 5 minutes. Slice each half into portions and serve warm.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 520 | Protein: 26g | Fat: 22g | Carbs: 54g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 980mg

Tamika Washington
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Tamika Washington
Week 294 of Tamika’s 30-year story · Atlanta, Georgia
Tamika is a school counselor, a remarried mom of four in a blended family, and the daughter of a woman whose fried chicken could make you forget every bad day you ever had. She lost her mother Brenda to cancer, survived a bad first marriage, and rebuilt her life around a dinner table where six people sit down together every night — no phones, no exceptions. Her cooking is Southern soul food with a health twist, because she learned the hard way that loving your family means keeping them alive, too.

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