I love spaghetti

Every once in a while I get the urge to cook up a large pot of spaghetti because I like my spaghetti better than any other.  I remember, as a young girl - probably about 10, going shopping one day in down town Fort Wayne.  This was a big deal back then. Going shopping down town was a day long event that required dressing up and often involved eating lunch in a restaurant. It was a rare and exciting experience.  On this particular day I remember ordering spaghetti in the restaurant because I love spaghetti.  That's when I sadly discovered that not all spaghetti tasted like my mom's, but mine does.  I know her secret ingredient.  Happy to say this batch turned out just right.  Yummm...