It’s Sunday, friends, and if you’re Italian, you know what that means—God and Sunday Sauce! Time to pull out the huge pots because when I make sauce, I go big. No one leaves here without some meatballs for a delicious sandwich the next day!
As I chop the onions and garlic, let me share a little secret: I always add a small can of anchovies. I know, you might cringe at the thought, but trust me—it’s an old family secret! The anchovies break down and create a rich, nutty taste you won’t even notice.
Now, onto the tomatoes! I toss them into the pot and dash out to my garden for a huge bunch of basil. I grow plenty and gather big bunches to freeze in zip-lock bags, pressing out the air and stacking them flat in the freezer all season long. I can’t be without my basil—it reminds me of summer days in my garden. Today, my mom helped me gather tons. I think my Mom has with pesto in mind!
Once the sauce is bubbling, it’s time to add the meatballs, sausage, and some pork with bones. Another old Italian secret: my grandmother swore that pork made the sauce sweeter! As the meat simmers and the aroma fills the house, I feel her spirit guiding me just like so many Sundays long ago. “I don’t measure a thing when I cook..I just sprinkle the seasonings until I hear the spirit of my Grandmother whisper… that’s enough child”.
Next, it’s time to set the table. One important lesson I learned is to use a white, machine-washable tablecloth. Let’s face it—sauce spills happen! I like to think of those spills as memories, my own “San Marzano artwork.” Don’t worry; those “memories” wash away easily with a little Clorox the next morning. 😊
After the table is set, I add the final touch: a beloved gravy boat for extra sunday sauce. It’s a cherished piece from my grandmother that brings back memories of Sunday dinners long ago. It feels like she’s still sitting at the table with us, sharing in the joy of the day.
As I wait for my crew to arrive, I can already hear the laughter and chatter that will soon fill the room. These moments—gathering around the table, sharing stories, and creating memories—are what it’s all about. The warmth of togetherness makes Sundays special, reminding us that love and laughter always bring us closer.
When everyone has left and the candles are blown out, I take one last look at the “San Marzano artwork” left behind. It’s a beautiful mess, a reminder that yet another Sunday Sauce memory is now in the books. I can’t help but smile. Buon appetito! 🍅✨
