1 1/2 pounds of Pasta.
2 tablespoons of Olive Oil.
1/2 tablespoon of Garlic and Pepper Salt.
1/2 teaspoon of Basil.
1/2 teaspoon of Parsley.
Add warm or cold water into a large or medium sized pot until it is 1/2 or 3/4 filled.
Turn on the stove panel you are using to 7.(Medium-High)
Once the water starts boiling a lot put in 11/2 pounds of Spaghetti.
Every two or three minutes stir the pasta around so it doesn’t stick together or on the bottom of the pot.
Test the pasta and see if it is bendy and not hard or chewy.
Once the pasta is ready, strain the pasta in a plastic pasta strainer over the sink.
Once all of the water is removed from the meal, you can add two tablespoons of Olive Oil.
Next, add 1/2 of a tablespoon of Garlic and Pepper Salt.
Make sure to mix up the spices so almost every piece of Spaghetti has spices on it.
Then, add 1/2 of a teaspoon of Basil and 1/2 of a teaspoon of Parsley.(Don’t forget to mix them up in the pasta really well!)
If you feel that the pasta could need more parsley or Garlic and Pepper Salt or any of the spices, you can add more of them if necessary.
Just be careful that you don’t put too much of one spice and ruin the great taste.
Most importantly, ENJOY!
Source: Family Recipe
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“Are we there yet?” my little brother Nicholas asked for the third time now. “Yes Nicholas we are here,” my Dad said excitedly. I have always wanted to be like my Dad when I grow up. He is very creative and musical. My Dad also loves to camp. When he was a kid, he was 99% outside, unlike me and my brothers, so that’s were I think he gained his camping skills from. As we drove into our campsite, I heard the little rocks banging under the car. Once the car was parked, I opened the car door of my Dad’s gray Hyundai Sonata and looked at my surroundings. The perfect blue sky was filled with white wispy clouds. The campsite wasn't as big as I expected, but it was filled with entertaining things to do. A picnic table with an umbrella sticking through the middle of it, a tire swing, and we were about 20 steps away from the tiny beach. The smell of campfires and barbecues filled the air. I knew that I was going to like it here. As we unpacked my Dad’s car trunk, we sang “Every Rose Has Its Thorn”. It was a painfully long process to do such a task. After we unpacked our massive amount of supplies, we relaxed and played games. We launched our yellow Frisbee around the campsite, and chucked the rock(football) around for about an hour. As I caught the football I felt its leathery texture and started to hear my stomach rumbling. We all started to get famished so my Dad and I left the campsite to go get Spaghetti, Parsley, Garlic and Pepper Salt, Basil, and Olive Oil. When we got back my brothers were saying that they were “dying” of starvation, so as quickly as possible my Dad was trying to make Spaghetti from his little portable stove panel.
My Dad is very skilled when it comes to cooking. He once made a giant pancake and then flipped it with two forks, because that was what he had at the moment. As my Dad was finishing up making his concoction dinner we heard a slight pitter-patter on the tent about 10 feet away from our picnic table. We've all realized quickly that it was beginning to rain. All of a sudden, it started pouring outside. My brothers rushed into the tent with so much fear and speed. My Dad and I were still at the table laughing our heads off because of the situation we were in. My Dad’s creativity kicked in and got two tarps, rope, and lawn chairs that we’re in the piles of supplies we had put down on the ground. My Dad and I made a shelter across our whole campsite that made the other people jealous of us. We named the shelter “The Shanty”. As we started to eat under “The Shanty” we named the spaghetti “Shanty Spaghetti”. As we giggled and smiled under our rain protection I made the quote that will be used for the rest of our lives. “It’s never dull.”
Submitted by: "Adam R."