I never gave a whole lot of thought about spaghetti when I was growing up. Mom made it about once a week. The meatless sauce, made from scratch, would be simmering on the stove most of the day, and when supper time came, the spaghetti took no time at all to cook. It was always good and included some type of bread to sop up extra sauce. I just took it for granted and never gave much thought to spaghetti. Horses, yes. Spaghetti, no.