Day One 2011

"Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home." - Edith Sitwell

If you're a southerner, you might serve up a plate of black-eyed peas and hog's jowl for supper on New Year's Day--for luck in the new year, "they" say. Instead, I cooked a pot of spaghetti sauce using my dad's awesome recipe. I'm not counting on it to bring me any luck. But it sure did taste great on a pile of spaghetti noodles.

Day Three Hundred Forty Eight

Simply The Best

My dad made the best spaghetti sauce in the universe. He passed away ten years ago, but his sauce lives on in the recipe he left behind. I'm so thankful he wrote it down! I can always tell when I get it right, because the sauce is bright red and the whole house smells like garlic blending with all those hot red spices my dad loved to cook with. I made a pot this afternoon and froze it after it was done simmering for three hours. For some reason, freezing it only intensifies the flavors. It's becoming a tradition on Christmas Eve at my house to enjoy a spaghetti dinner before we open our gifts. So, thanks, Pop, for the gift of your divine sauce and the aromatic memories it conjures up.