This is an easy and quick stove-top tomato sauce. Forget the store bought jars when you can make your own in 20 minutes!
A few days ago, we found out my grandmother has cancer. Not a “good” one either, if there is such a thing as a good cancer to have. I never really thought I’d be the type of person that writes about this stuff online to thousands of people I don’t know but ironically, I have this tomato sauce to talk about today.
A tomato sauce that was made well in advance of getting this news and yet, it’s the very food that reminds me of my grandma without question.
A food that evokes distinct and happy memories of Sunday dinners at my grandparents house, walking in from the garage to see my grandma at the stove with the sauce simmering in one of her button down aprons.
Hours later I’d gorge myself on as much pasta + meatballs as was physically possible (oh, the days of white carb naivety) while my grandfather told some ridiculous story in his booming Italian-American Bronx voice and my mom, aunts and grandma would debate the outcome of the sauce that day.
Between dinner and dessert I’d likely be forced to dry dishes, something that would normally have been met with an eye roll and sigh in my own house, but at grandma’s just meant easy access to the pantry with the giant marshmallows she always kept on hand.
If only dish drying these days had that same perk…
The night would eventually wind down and we’d make the 45 minute trek home before repeating the same thing the following Sunday.
This sauce? It’s nothing like my grandmother’s.
The intent is a quick and easy solution for those times when you don’t want to spend half a day simmering something on the stove but you want something better than what comes from a jar.
Perfect for when you make these Italian black bean meatballs and need a quick sauce to serve with them.
It’s delicious in it’s own way and it’s so quick and easy that it makes a weeknight dinner you were about to order out for a fleeting thought.
We have to wait a week to find out what the next steps are for her after a consultation with a surgeon, but we’re hopeful.
And for now, I’m taking comfort in the memories that come flooding back to me every time I open my fridge and see a simple jar of sauce sitting there.