How I Make Spaghetti

How I Make Spaghetti

Sorry, I had another picture, but it got corrupted, so this is the closest one to mine I could find. But I promise it tastes amazing!


While I was stranded at my friend's apartment due to icy roads, icy traffic, and shady administration who decided to cancel classes for the following day only for those who had some before 9:00 AM (lucky for those few), I made pasta. It was the perfect thing to chow down on, during that apocalyptic ice storm, where the South Oval was turned into a makeshift ice rink and traffic slowed down to an extreme. So why do I care so much about this recipe? Well, the cost of buying the main ingredients at a local Walmart totaled of around $10, it tastes better than a simple tomato sauce in a jar, and it's a simple recipe that college students can enjoy (perhaps expand upon as well). So, let's get started, shall we?

Main Ingredients:

-8 ounces of ground beef and/or sausage (depending on your preferences)

-1 tablespoon of butter (double this if you double the amount of meat in the recipe)

-1 tablespoon of vegetable oil (if you do not have access or want to use to butter)

-2-4 pounds (or 1-2 large cartons) of chicken stock

-1 box of pasta (preferably bite-sized noodles, such as penne, macaroni, etc.)

-1 tube of tomato paste

-1-2 cups of water



Optional Ingredients:

-Chopped basil leaves

-Chopped garlic

-1 can of crushed tomatoes (as a substitute for the chicken stock, for a healthier choice; if so, prepare it the same way as the stock)

-Mozzarella cheese


1A. In a large pot, melt butter on high heat. Afterward, you may add garlic and/or basil for additional flavor. After the butter has fully melted, immediately add your ground meat within the pot, and cook until light brown. Add a small pinch of salt, and a generous helping of pepper as well. When the meat is medium-rare, add the tomato paste to the pot and distribute it thoroughly.

1B. At this point, you can decide which type of pasta dish you would like to have. If you desire a soup, double the amount of stock and water to the pot; by only adding 1 cup of water and 1 carton of stock, the liquid will eventually be reduced due to evaporation and absorption by the pasta, creating a generic spaghetti sauce. I personally use crushed tomatoes to make a sauce for the pasta, and to increase the amount of tomato content into the dish, though I usually half it with stock for fun.

2. After mixing the meat well, add the chicken stock (or crushed tomatoes) and the water into the pot, and turn the heat down to medium-high. Let the mixture simmer while stirring the pot occasionally for 10 minutes. At this point, you can taste the mixture and determine whether to add additional salt and/or pepper.

3. After 10 minutes have passed, add your dry pasta directly into the pot and distribute it throughout the mixture. Place a lid on top of the pot as well. From that point on, keep stirring the pot on medium to high heat, making sure that the pasta is being cooked thoroughly. This may take 15-20 minutes. You can keep track on how the pasta is cooking by taking a spoon and lightly squishing it against the edge of the pot; if it's easily cut by the edge of the spoon, it's finished.

4. When finished, remove the pot from the heat, and serve immediately. Garnish with mozzarella cheese, pepper, or basil if you would like. And remember not to burn your tongue when you take a taste. Trust me, you're gonna want to savor this.

Other Thoughts:

This pasta dish goes well with many things, such as toasted bread, salad, or even mashed potatoes. One thing that I wanted to include but deemed difficult for this recipe would be to shred an entire carrot, zucchini, squash, or potato into the pasta by a lemon zester. It's a tedious process, but it's well worth the effort. Hopefully, this works out for you and warms you up on a frigid day. Good luck!

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13 Summer Struggles Only Thick Girls Understand

Chafing. So much chafing.


Summer is a lovely time. A time of cookouts, swimming, and sunny weather. But if you're a " thick girl," summer sometimes brings more unpleasantries than it does for slimmer women. No matter how beautiful and confident you are in your body, it can bring some struggles.

1. The living hell that is shorts-shopping

Step 1: Find the biggest size the store has.

Step 2: (If you can even get those on): Realize your stomach is being squeezed into the top, your butt is falling out of the back and your thighs are having the life squished out of them.

Step 3: Realize why winter isn't so bad.

2. And dealing with them even after finding a pair that "fits"

Nothing like taking a pair of shorts home you remember fitting you okay in the store and then walking for 45 seconds and pulling them out of your butt or crotch 17 times. Truly a magical experience.

3. And every bathing suit you try on shows more skin than you'd planned

Even the most conservative bathing suit turns into cleavage-city and a non-cheeky set of bottoms turns into a thong. I promise, older people glaring at me in my sexual bathing suit, I didn't mean for this to happen!

4. Chafing. So much chafing.

No better feeling than four minutes into wearing short shorts realizing that your inner thighs are literally tearing themselves apart. Body Glide and baby powder are a thick girl's No. 1 necessity.

5. Loving rompers. Rompers not loving you.

Rompers are made with short and skinny girls in mind. Heaven forbid you're not short, and heaven forbid you're not skinny. Rompers are like a mystical article of clothing that, no matter what, always just barely doesn't fit.

6. Imagining wearing a sundress with a strapless bra and just laughing

Of course, not all thick girls are well-endowed in the boob department, but if you are, you understand how hilarious the thought of you wearing a strapless bra truly is.

7. And bralettes are a thing of fantasy

Once again, bralettes are designed for a very specific body type. One that I do not fall into.

8. Feeling like you need to constantly defend yourself for dressing like you want to

There are so many posts and tweets and just general ideals that people have that certain sized women can't wear certain clothing. You shouldn't feel the need to defend yourself for wearing a cute crop top or a bikini, but you will.

9. And always feeling looked at when you're rocking your swimsuit

Yes, I see your judging eyes, and yes, they are making me feel like shit. It doesn't matter how confident you are in your body, people looking at you like you just killed somebody just because you're wearing something typically made for smaller women doesn't make you feel good.

10. Did I mention chafing?

I just felt like something so horrible couldn't just be mentioned once.

11. Online shopping for cute summer outfits and then none of them fitting you correctly

There's always the dreaded "one-size-fits-all" for plus-size women. As if there's just one way to be plus-size. No matter how much they promise online that it'll fit well, it won't.

12. Seeing tiny girls complaining about losing their "summer bodies"

So many tweets talking about choosing food over a summer body. So many profile pictures of traditionally skinny women. I'm not saying that thick girls are the only ones who can complain about their summer bodies, and thick girls do not have a monopoly one not feeling confident in their bodies. But it is hard to see those posts knowing that those women would be glorified in their swimwear while you'd be gawked at.

13. The "you go girl!" comments on your oh-so-brave bikini photos

Compliments are nice, and positive comments while wearing a bikini go a long way. But the dreaded "you go girl" comment just seems so condescending. Just treat me like anyone else you'd see wearing a bikini. I promise, I'd like to feel like that.

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Celebrating My Mom: Her Beauty and Strength

Here's to the most inspirational woman in my life.


In observance of International Women's Day on March 8th, it is of paramount importance that we take a few moments to consciously recognize the women in our lives. We often call the women we adore by casual names like "Mom", "my sister", or "my girlfriend", and, usually, these nouns are intimate enough to replace their names---but not today. Today is for appreciating you, Melanie Daugherty, my mom---not as my mother, but as a human whom I hold with the highest regards.

It is easy for me to recall the innumerable times you've embraced me (even though I considered myself to be a disappointment), forced me to put my qualms into perspective, or insisted I put my aspirations into action (because "can't is too lazy to try") ; but, the magnitude of your accomplishments shouldn't always be measured by its impact on me, however, if it were to be, let it be the times you've inspired me.

Mom, I have always appreciated you, but I truly began to define you as my idol during my sophomore year of high school. During this time, I began experiencing shame in my identity. I was an athletic girl, but suffered from body dysmorphia, as well as a misunderstood and pessimistic perception of my inner thoughts. I became very introspective and was completely fixated on thoughts of worthlessness and lack of purpose. I assumed chronic fatigue was just a characteristic of being a teenager. In me, you recognized a past version of who you once were. I cried to you and you embraced me in your arms. My deteriorating state of mental health was not your burden, and you refused to let me define myself by diagnoses and prescriptions. Recognizing your success and triumph over anorexia and depression motivated me. I was so proud to be your daughter. Knowing that confidence and appreciation for the world was possible to achieve accelerated me into a period of self-reflection and determination. I wanted to trace your template of self-improvement with my footsteps and create a new image of myself---one that would reignite my childhood "spark".

You're not just my hero for saving me, but for giving me someone to admire. You live your life without limitations. Competing in the 140.6 mile Ironman triathlon is an accomplishment in itself, competing in the Ironman World Championships in Kona, Hawaii is even more incredible, and completing eight of these triathlons is enough for most people to call you "crazy" rather than by your name. Your greatest demonstration of strength however, was not through athletic prowess, but through mental and emotional perseverance.

Losing your best friend to breast cancer was almost inconceivable because no one ever wants to acknowledge it as a possibility. What people also try to forget, is that it is just as possible for their lives to be taken from them. After learning to cope with your best friend's death, you were diagnosed with stage three breast cancer. Watching you grow progressively weaker was enervating in itself. This wasn't a reality I was able to accept as truth, partially because you were my mom, but also because your strength was an aspect of you that I didn't think could ever be taken from you---and I was right.

Although your complexion grew pallid and your body could no longer sustain itself, your mindset remained the same. You would not accept a last breath, and you ensured that every breath you took reiterated that. You demonstrated to me that positivity is the panacea that combats a discouraged mind.

Mom, for you, I am proud. I am grateful to have lost sometimes, because without loss, I wouldn't have been able to realize my strength, and I wouldn't have realized that if you hadn't been my anchor.

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