Mini Baked Spaghetti Loaves with Meatballs

A good mother remembers to serve fruit at breakfast, is always cheerful and never yells, manages not to project her own neuroses and inadequacies onto her children, is an active and beloved community volunteer. She remembers to make play dates, her children’s clothes fit, she does art projects with them and enjoys all their games. And she is never too tired for sex.
 
Ayelet Waldman
 
4 Shitty things I did today that I am NOT proud of:
 
1. I woke up with blinding cramps. I heard SBean yell for me and I rolled out of bed. Not to go get her but because I KNEW Ninja or my Dad would let her in anyways so I was preempting the “no they are not your boobies and we are done with boobie milk” fight.
 
Just as I got out the door opened and Ninja and SBean were standing there. So when I got dressed I walked out into the kitchen on a terror. Ninja listened to me rant and said nothing but leaned over to give me a kiss. 
 
SHITTY
 
2. When I got back from dropping off HBear at school I had a list of stuff to do a mile long. I picked SBean a whole bunch of grapes from the vine and plopped her down in front of Sesame Street.
 
SHITTY
 
3, Went grocery shopping. Decided to go against everything natural and get 2600 PC Points for buying “boxed meat”… yuck! I knew I wouldn’t have time to make the meatballs so I bought the PC Blue Menu Angus meatballs. To make matters worse, I forgot to load my offers and didn’t even get to collect the points!!!!!!
 
SHITTY
 
4. Overbooked us today and had to go pick up HBear from school at 2:45, race to SBean’s pediatrician appointment at 3:00 and then get HBear to yoga class for 3:30. We made it to the Dr’s on time but HBear was HORRIBLE!?!?!?! I explained that when we go to her Dr I give her my full attention and I have to do the same for SBean. She didn’t care. She constantly interrupted the Dr and she was opening up drawers, wouldn’t sit down and was just generally… bad! The Dr suggested that I make our next appointment during school hours! She said it very nicely and quickly assured me that my harried/flustered behavior was normal and my 1 daughter talking over our conversation wasn’t a problem at all and my other one who went “ehhhh” “ehhhhh” “ehhh” and yelled “MINE!!!!” over and over again at her big sister was perfectly fine. When we got into the van, I yelled. A LOT. I used the disappointed word a few times 🙁
 
She got to yoga 8 minutes late and in a button down dress shirt and non-stretchy pants. Slacks actually.
 
SHITTY
 
But yesterday, ahhhh yesterday,
 
I was a good Mom 🙂 and we took the kids to McMillan’s Farm and Geocaching.

 

 

 

 

 

 

HBear 2014
HBear 2011
Tree pose LOL
HBear 2011
HBear 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Panoramic view from where we were Geocaching!
Look at this golf course!!!!

Tonight I am making the epitome of a lazy ass easy dinner. 

The 3 B’s!

Everything comes in a bottle, bag or box!

When I told my sister about meat in a box she laughed her ass off that I had finally joined the dark side 🙂

When my MBesty reads this she is going to dinner shame me for sure!!!

LOL

It waaaaass good though and HBear ate up those meatballs like they were the last thing she would ever eat 🙂

Mini Baked Spaghetti Loaves with Meatballs
Adapted from The Gunny Sack
1 box cooked spaghetti noodles
1 jar Alfredo sauce
1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
1 box meatballs
1 jar marinara Sauce
Grated Parmesan and basil for garnish
Preheat oven to 350 and grease 2 mini loaf pans.
Mix cooked spaghetti with Alfredo sauce.

 

Fill each of the mini loaves with the pasta and press down on the top to pack in it, adding more as necessary.

 

Sprinkle the tops with about 2 tablespoons shredded mozzarella cheese.
 
Bake for about 25 minutes.
 
Put meatballs on a cookie sheet. Cook according to directions on box.

 

While the spaghetti is baking, heat marinara sauce.

 

Sprinkle with freshly grated Parmesan and basil.

 

 

 

 

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