Spaghetti night was big in our house or as we referred to it, 'pasghetti'. It wasn't anything special, but it was our tradition that we started back when I was just old enough to eat 'pashetti'. Every Tuesday night my mom would make homemade meatballs and then get the water boiling in the big black pot. We knew it was time and we'd prepare ourselves for the feast we were about to enjoy. No matter how busy our weeks got, we always used to chat happily in the kitchen while we set the table in preparation. Everyone had a job and then when it was ready, we'd all sit around the table with our heaping steaming piles of pasta….digging in was simply amazing.