Spaghetti was not made for baking. This I know.
Winding and twirling around a fork, yes. Not smothering in ricotta and mozzarella then cramming it into a casserole pan destined for the oven.
And that, my friends, is exactly why I did it. Because I hate rules. They bring out my rebellious side.
Especially food rules like don’t put cheese on fish. What about tuna melts? Or shrimp parmesan? Or cream cheese and lox? Some of the most delicious and loved combinations. Ever.
Do you see where I’m going with this?
If two ingredients taste good together then not eating them that way because of some age-old tradition is just plain silly.
Join me in my rebellion. Bake some spaghetti.