“Everything that I am, I owe to pasta.”Sophia Loren
Recently, I was at a dinner party and heard one of the most heartwarming stories told by a friend about his father. The story goes that Mr. Kemps was a superstitious fellow. He looked forward every week to his Thursday bowling league. His pre-game ritual was to have his lucky meal which consisted of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas. One Thursday, however, Mr. Kemps came home from work and was welcomed by the aroma of something wonderful cooking, but it wasn’t his usual lucky meal. Instead, he was presented with a delicious bowl of spaghetti. Mr. Kemps was reluctant to try it, thinking it would mean inevitable disaster at the bowling alley that evening. To his father’s great pleasure, he had the best night of his bowling career, and spaghetti night became a regular event in the Kemps household!
It occurred to me that I have never shared my recipe for red sauce. Well, here it is. I can’t guarantee an evening filled with strikes, but I can guarantee an easy and delicious meal.