Grandma Betty with her morning Bloody Mary. Classy way to sart the day.
The name ‘Spaghetti Betty’ came rather naturally to me. I did do a google check and found these rather odd looking dolls called Betty Spaghetti. This blog is not about little plastic dolls. 
Betty is actually the name of my grandmother who played an influential role on my food basics at a very young age. I might have been the only 8 year old who brought cottage cheese to lunch table on the off chance that there weren’t any meatballs left over from the night before. Some of her greatest hits were Italian stuffed peppers, potato pancakes (she grew up in a Jewish neighborhood), cream cheese and jelly on saltines, and her famous bracciole. Her little sous chef, I always had the job of chopping the parsley, but she was sure to shower me with compliments and give me entire credit for the meal.
Spaghetti Betty 