When I was a kid, I was a master at making garlic bread. It became one of my jobs, and I could even make my own garlic butter in a pinch. But somehow, over the years, I’ve lost my mad garlic bread skillz. Every time that Nyron and I have wanted to have it to accompany our pasta (usually spaghetti and meatballs) I’ve managed to burn it to a crisp.

But not tonight! Tonight the heavens opened, the stars aligned, and I remembered not to leave to oven unmonitored for even a second, and I managed to make perfect garlic bread.


And what could possibly stand next to such toasted cheesy perfection? Why, none other than fettuccine and home made Alfredo sauce.