Gather around children, and let me tell you a frightening tale. The tale of Irish-Italian Spaghetti!
It seems like this should be an easy tale, right? A really simple recipe, and also one of the most-requested recipes from the Better Homes & Gardens archives and one of the most shock-inducing
Let me tell you something: I have been trying for over a year – a YEAR! – to make this crazy recipe. This represents the fifth time I have purchased ingredients for this. Disasters kept striking that prevented me from making this. The first time, TJ got really sick with the flu. The second time, Carolyn was supposed to come over and help me and she and her whole family got sick.
Fast forward a few months. I’m ready again to make this while we are in our temporary apartment. I get bronchitis and can’t make it. Fast forward a few more months. Carolyn is ready to come over to our new house and help me make Irish-Italian Spaghetti. We are reluctant to even type the name of the recipe to each other, for fear of jinxing it. I tell her when she comes over, we are going to make The Recipe That Cannot Be Named. A few hours later, Carolyn calls to say she isn’t coming over because her daughter caught something super-contagious at school. I gear myself up to make the recipe on my own. Tom comes home from work that night with a fever, and spends the next three days home from work with some horrible cold.
But do I let the recipe win? No. No! Never. This is the Mid-Century Menu, and I win, not the recipes. Me!
So I plan again. I buy the ingredients over several shopping trips so the universe can’t tell what I’m doing. I tell no one. No one!
Glop!
Then disaster strikes again. I let it slip to Carolyn that I am planning on making The Recipe That Cannot Be Named before St. Patrick’s Day. She laughs and tells all our friends about it, and we all get a good laugh. Too good, it seems, because the Universe hears us. It strikes and strikes fast. The stomach flu hits our whole house. I get a crazy six-week virus. My bronchitis comes back.
But this time, I’m not wussing out. I rise from my sick bed, and put on my luck apron. I chop onions and I fry hamburger. I plop soup on it and stir it all up. And behold:
Irish-Italian Spaghetti! Finally!!!
“How is it? Does it taste like Doom?”
“Only if by “Doom” you mean really bland.”
“Are you kidding? All this work and it tastes bland???”
“It barely even tastes like anything.”
The Verdict: Disappointing
From The Tasting Notes –
Well, this dish was at least edible. After all of this drama, I expected it to be some sort of amazing delicious secret recipe that I would have to keep under lock and key because the internet would break if I tried to give it out. But no. It just tasted like bland goo with hamburger in it. We got two meals out of it because it made a ton, after which I succumbed to the flu and spent the next four days in bed wanting to claw my stomach out. So in the end it got me, but not before I got the word out to all of you. But don’t make it, okay? The world sucks enough as it is without this bland recipe cursing people.
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Oh, man, I’m now afraid I’m going to get sick just by reading this! That aside, I am trying to figure out what the “Irish” is supposed to be in this recipe.
I have a recipe for beef stroganoff which is pretty similar, except that it uses sour cream instead of the cream of mushroom soup and thin strips of leftover medium rare beef instead of hamburger. It dates back to 1955, when it was a restaurant favorite at a nice place near my folks house in Denver. I’ve been enjoying Tom immensely. He’s a real hero to try those ’50’s gelatin salads. My MIL would put anything in gelatin, top it with mayo/sour cream/cream cheese and call it “Surprise Delight”. Surprise, yes; delight, not so much.
i didn’t get why they said it was “irish” ……. it sounds like normal spaghetti made with that bland watery dollar store canned sauce ….. youd of thought it would of had corned beef or even ground lamb something in it ..
Oh, the cultural appropriation of the mid-century recipe namer!
Looks and sounds BLECK!
A little insight though, a Full Irish Breakfast (as opposed to a Full English Breakfast) includes mushrooms and tomatoes. My guess is that’s where the “Irish” bit came in. For a MCM cook, opening a canned version of an ingredient was the norm not the aversion. Pasta needed no refrigeration or freezing to store so why not put the canned stuff on the pasta with some meat? BECAUSE IT DOESN’T TASTE GOOD was not an answer at the time.We’re probably lucky no one served cracks eggs over the top in all honesty.
You’ve got it backwards. Full English includes mushrooms, full Irish can but it’s not a must.
Thanks!
Regarding the Irish side of the dish, as an Irish-American who grew up in an Irish-American neighborhood, the households in the neighborhood did not spend any money on spices and such. In our house, we had salt, pepper, sage (for Thanksgiving) and cinnamon. The Italian Spaghetti we ate for dinner came in a box with a packet of Italian seasonings. In this recipe, there is no oregano, garlic or basil. The last name of the person who submitted the recipe is Laughlin – that is Irish. This poor woman may be Italian, and this is the only way her husband will eat it :-).
Ruth, I have been meaning to ask you. Have you ever checked out to see if the ingredients in the canned soups of the 1940s and 1950s are the same as the canned soups today? We have more artificial flavoring in our food. I am wondering if canned soup was more flavorful back then.
I’ve wondered about that as well! I think I am going to have to contact Campbells. I thought about getting an old soup can, but I don’t think you were required to put the ingredients on labels until the 1950s or 1960s. And that might have just been for food additives, and may not have required all ingredients to be listed.
Or, it might have always have been this bland, and it’s our palates that have changed instead. So many possibilities!
Seriously? I was expecting something involving big strips of corned beef mingling with the noodles…
But really, what makes it “Irish”? I expected finally chopped corn beef or something.
Well, I am proud of you honey because you didn’t let the recipe win!
Call me crazy but I thought this would be good! I’m going to have to try it regardless.
One of my mother’s recipes for a quick filling meal for the family was pretty similar. It was 1 lb. ground beef, 1 can Campbell’s cream of mushroom soup, 1 lb. of Mueller’s macaroni shells, a few splashes of milk to think the condensed soup, and … drum roll please, curry powder to season it. She called it “curry,” so imagine my surprise when I first tried Indian cuisine.
It was a hot & filling meal that stuck to your ribs in a Hamburger Helper sort of way. Using curry for seasoning got around the blandness issue with your particular recipe.
(“Curry” had a tomato & rice based counterpart that was just as quick & filling: 1 lb. ground beef, 1 c. Uncle Ben’s rice, 1 c. water, 1 can Hunt’s tomato sauce, salt & pepper. We called it “red stuff.” That one had the advantage of only dirtying one pot. I still make red stuff from time to time, but I make it a little fancier, adding garlic, onions, bell pepper, celery and seasoning with chili powder.)
Your version of read stuff sounds almost like stuffed bell peppers- with the peppers chopped.