Jimmy Kelly, the Nashville Gas Christmas Parade, Faucon salads, the MBA spaghetti supper. A lot has changed in Nashville in 55 years, but not these hearty perennials.
One of those lovely pinafore-wearing (look it up) belles is my sainted mother-in-law, then the future wife of my husband's father and mother of several MBA boys.
The spaghetti supper is the first important co-ed social event for St. Cecilia, Harpeth Hall, Hillwood and other west Nashville girls looking for sweet west Nashville boy flesh. I mean, gentlemen/scholars/athletes. It's a safe place for parents to debut their sweet darlings and the most hormonal-est meet-and-greet you will ever see in your life.
And the spaghetti isn't bad either. You can find out for yourself October 2, 5-7 p.m. at MBA on West End Avenue.
In the recipe collection left by my SM-I-L was the recipe for spaghetti sauce. The annual routine was for many cooks to make a batch, then at serving time, all the batches were put together. Not sure if it's still done that way or whether it's cooked in large batches.
With tickets just $5, you'll hardly find a better deal, or more fascinating social anthropology.
Stay for the football game, against traditional rival Battleground Academy, for some serious Friday night lights action.