I spent Saturday morning grocery shopping, hoping to complete the task before the craziness set in. I strolled down the aisles amazed at the empty shelves. No bread. No eggs. No potatoes. No peanut butter. No toilet paper. All the things that I needed - not things I was hoarding.
I was stocked and ready for our self-quarantine for several weeks. Or so I thought.
Sunday afternoon was the day to make spaghetti sauce. The fragrant onions and garlic sauteed in the pot while I mixed the spices of oregano, basil, salt, and pepper. I add the tomatoes and let it slowly simmer filling the house with its tangy aroma.
Monday I realized I had forgotten the "spaghetti bread" when I shopped on Saturday. I was faced with a dilemma: do I go back out to the store or do I stay home and eat the bread we have. My husband and I were just talking about the new announcements on closing restaurants in Indiana and staying home and the importance of taking social distancing seriously. I know I need to cut down on my frequent trips to the store, especially to get just one item.
But I just wanted spaghetti bread.
Our meal with homemade spaghetti sauce and cheese ravioli was complete...along with the spaghetti bread.
This is going to be so hard.
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