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Monday Morning in the Kitchen: Crockpot Spaghetti


About fifteen years ago, a neighbor invited us over for a spaghetti dinner.  I learned that night that spaghetti sauce should not be relegated to the ho-hum, go-to dinner of childhood; but rather can be a culinary delight, chock-full of vegetables of all sorts.

I don't claim to have duplicated that spaghetti-of-legend, but this crockpot spaghetti does have a more complex flavor than the typical sauce-in-a-jar.

Crockpot Spaghetti

Brown one pound of hamburger with 2 chopped bell peppers and a minced clove of garlic .  Drain fat. 

Combine in crockpot:  hamburger mixture, (2) quart-size jars bottled spaghetti sauce (I used homemade, but you can use whatever you prefer), 2 grated carrots, 1 or 2 grated zucchini, 1 can sliced olives, and 1 little can of tomato paste. 

Cook on low for 6-8 hours.  On stovetop, cook spaghetti noodles as directed on package.  Drain and combine with sauce.  Top with your choice of grated cheeses--mozzarella, Parmesan, or Romano are good selections. 

Thanks to Pascale, for introducing us to the potential of spaghetti.



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  1. Sounds tasty as well as healthy. I'm saving this recipe. Thanks.

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  2. I'm going to try all that. Thanks!

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