Spaghetti For Two @StoryADayMay #QuarentineCooking #SteffieTheSpy

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m still sheltering in place. 1) Because I can. 2) Because I enjoy it 3) Because Mr. Monk is my spirit animal. Not the cleaning part, of course, just the germophobe part.

No week of Story A Day May can go by now without a Steffie the spy story, so here’s one for this week:

Spaghetti For Two

Steffie regarded herself in the bathroom mirror while she washed her hands and smiled cheerfully.

“Hi!” she chirped softly. “I’m Steffie, and welcome to my podcast! Today I’m continuing my monthly series, ‘101 Ways to Kill With Spaghetti’.”

Or should it be pasta? Why limit it to spag? It wasn’t as if she would actually do a podcast; thinking about it was just an amusement, like her imaginary cooking show.

Well, let it be just spaghetti. More of a challenge.

A masculine voice from the other side of the door called, “Hey, Sweetheart! You fall in, or what? Not gettin’ shy on me, are you?”

Coarsening her voice to match the man’s, Steffie called back, “Keep your shirt on! I’m doing the hand-wash thing.”

“Well, come on! I’m starving! A coupla germs won’t kill me.”

But the wrong kind of mushrooms mixed in with it would. Ricin in the Parmesan shaker would. Wheat pasta for a guy with celiac disease would. Holding his face in a bowl of sauce until he drowned in it would. Shoving a raw strand up his nose and scrambling his brains with it would. You’d need regular for that, not angel hair.

She returned to the kitchen, where her target was already at the table, already buttering a slice of bread, already eating, fingering a knife that was far too sharp for her liking.

He knows who I am. He knows I know about Dr. Frazni, that he kidnapped him, that he has him locked in the cellar.

Around a bite of buttered bread, the man said, “I couldn’t wait. The hell with your special sauce. I’m eatin’ this.”

“It’ll be ready in five minutes! You’ll spoil your appetite with that!”

With a wicked smile, he said, “In five minutes, neither one of us will be hungry.”


He was wrong, of course. Five minutes later, she and Dr. Frazni were in her car, speeding away to safety, and she was still hungry.

Welcome to my monthly series, “101 Ways to Kill With Bread and Butter”.


So we ate this. None of it was deadly.

I hear mushrooms are high in Vitamin D, which boosts the immune system. Lucky for me, I love mushrooms. The spag is dressed with the tail end of last year’s pesto. The green beans are cooked Kentucky style: to within an inch of their lives, how Charlie loves them. I drain a can of green beans and put them into a pot with salt and butter and cook all the liquid out of them. HOW HE LIKES THEM, OKAY?

I’m posting at Fatal Foodies today about pea salad with leftovers.

A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: What’s in the cellar?



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Spaghetti For Two @StoryADayMay #QuarentineCooking #SteffieTheSpy

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      Marian Allen

      May 20, 2020 at 6:56am

      Yeah, I know you don’t do starch, and I can’t see you grooving on over-cooked anything. It’s maybe a regional thing. 🙂

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  1. Anklebuster

    May 19, 2020 at 9:24am

    Hello, Marian. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to terminate–with prejudice–er, with angel hair pasta, the evil dictator of East Jibip and recover the purloined Crown Mushrooms.

    This comment will self-destruct in 1,000 years.



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      Marian Allen

      May 20, 2020 at 6:57am

      LOL! This is not a mission that I, personally, could accomplish, but I believe Steffie could do it without breaking a sweat. 😀

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