Johnny Mazetti

Posted by on Feb 4, 2012 in Musings, Recipes | 5 comments

I loved Johnny Mazetti when I was growing up in the 60s in Atlanta, Georgia. It was my favorite dinner and I always prayed there would be leftovers. Because even better than eating it for dinner, was sneaking into the kitchen the next day, spoon in hand, eating the cold spaghetti casserole right out the fridge when no one was around. It was delicious and the threat of getting caught only made each bite more savory and precious. My father was a preacher during those years at the Druid Hills Presbyterian Church. One of the cooks from the church, Bobbie Lee Jackson, came to our house once a week to make dinner for our family. And, just as on Sundays, when I found myself in...

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