My mom cooked a lot of spaghetti after my dad moved out. It was an easy meal to make and all of us liked it. I prefer minimal sauce on my pasta, so Mom always left the red stuff in a separate pot on the stove. Dinner was a help-yourself kind of thing: grab a plate, butter, bread, noodles, sauce, drink, etc whenever you were ready and proceed to the table… eat, then put your dishes in the sink and return to your regularly-scheduled activities. The spaghetti sat on the stove into the evening before Mom would begin packaging the leftovers.