Welcome!

Welcome to Flung Spaghetti!  I decided to create this blog because I realized that I am just not spending enough time on the computer.  Don't get me wrong, I do my share of facebooking (it's a word, look it up...webster's online) and I have a website (cardsbykari...another good one to look up).  I am constantly looking up recipes, food substitutions, local pizza delivery places (don't judge me); but, it just didn't seem to take up enough of my time.  So I started a blog...about food...because a good majority of my time on the computer revolves around it, as does my life.  Three kids and the first thing they say to me in the morning (or afternoon as they are just waking up) is "What's for dinner?"  And that's when the panic sets in.  If I suggest what I had in mind for dinner that night, I will get one of the following responses:  a) "Is that the one with the peppers in it?", b) "You know what we should have...", or c) A blank stare...and you can already tell they're mentally reviewing the leftovers in the fridge as alternatives.  I can think of 3 meals offhand that will please all 3 of them:  nachos, pizza, burgers.  If you can dip it in ranch or ketchup, they might eat it.  If there's any sort of colorful ingredient in it, it's suspect and likely to be pushed around on their plate.  So I am challenged.  Oh, and I have to consider my husband's tastes.  But really, that's easy...he'll eat anything, basically.  I've been married to him for 20 years now and Lord knows he's been through better and worse when it comes to my cooking.  Let's just say I set the bar REALLY low when we were first married.  Hockey puck pork chops...doesn't get any lower.  What did I know?  The only trick I knew was how to tell if pasta was cooked enough and that was to fling a piece against the wall and see if it stuck.  It didn't say this on the box.  I don't even know where I heard it from (a cartoon?  tv sitcom?)...but that's how I made pasta.  And that's how I learned to cook.  I flung spaghetti.