Some things are sacred. Like the smell of Sunday dinner taking shape even before you had your morning coffee. Thatโs the way it used to be in a lot of Italian homes.
That sauce was made more than rich and succulent with the addition of pork sausage, spareribs, meatballs and braciole. All that meat simmered together for a long time in the โpassataโ (tomato puree) that was put up the summer before with Dadโs homegrown plum tomatoes.
I would venture to say that the whole idea of a family sitting down to weekly Sunday dinner is now just a nostalgic pipe dream.
We are much too busy these days with sports, social media and work to squeeze in any time for a sit down and conversation. And that is a pity because we are just cheating ourselves out of those sacred memories that connect us all to the past.
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