but.....but.....but......I thought no self respecting Italian ever called it sauce.......is that one of those mythy thingies???? lol
Actually.......
My darlinks. It is SAUCE SAUCE and nothing but SAUCE.
I just might be the only FIRST GEN WOP around here. There were a few part-time Italians in the family (in laws) who lived WAY down in Philly, and who grievously and mistakenly referred to our luscious red topping as grrrr-avy. (oh puleeeeeeeze. gravy goes on mashed taters, and I dunno, maybe a biscuit or sump'n.)
Sorry Uncs. And my most sincere apologies to Granny.
It's SAUCE.
Sauce?
2 cans of tomato paste to one (lerger) can of puree. Fry up some meat to add (include the grease!), season to taste
Mom was full blooded Italian. She taught me.
Lasagna for Christmas Eve was just shy of 30#. Plus a smaller one we took in to the barristas at Starbucks the next day (that was 10#)
YES! This~! Except our Starbucks was the local bridge club. Seriously! They were no dummies....
<groan>
Yeah/no. It's sauce.
.....'s recipe from 3 days to kill:
Tomatoes from your garden.
Heat the olive oil, crushed garlic.
I peel tomatoes.
After 10 minutes, no more,
add capers and parsley.
A mother's secret is a glass of red wine
teaspoon of sugar.
An old Italian man lived alone in the country. It was Spring and he wanted to dig his tomato garden, as he had done every year, but it was very hard work for the aging man as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was currently in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If only you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love Dad
A few days later he received a letter from his son:
Dear Dad,
Not for nothing, but don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the BODIES.
Love Vinnie
At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived at the old man's house and dug up the entire area. However, they didn't find any bodies, so they apologized to the old man and left.
That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love Vinnie