My daughter Savanna loves spaghetti. There is never a 2 week time period that goes by without her begging for spaghetti. Winter, Fall, Summer and Spring is a year round battle, with her charging and the rest of the family begging for mercy.
I like spaghetti too, don't get me wrong. But come on. Wanting it twice a month is a little over kill. I thank the Lord for the day she became old enough to use the stove top herself. I now keep jars of marinara sauce in the pantry at all times. Believe you me, she uses them.
However much she may heat her jars of ready made sauce. There is always one repeated question. Mom when are you gonna make yours? Sauce, right there at her finger tips and she still begs for mine.
As a mom there is a certain feeling of accomplishment when there is a particular food your children like and crave. There is a double feeling of warmth and love when you know what they crave is something that your Mama made you. In fact I'm sure my Mama can confirm that just a few eye blinks ago, I was the 12 year old pegging for her to make me spaghetti. Heck! Who am I kidding I just begged Mama to come over and make me some a few months ago.
Our spaghetti sauce is nothing to win awards. But its my Mama's and you can't put acceptable accommodations on that. Its more than tomato and spice. It's the smell! Oh my, how I love that smell. You walk in the door and your body is lovingly wrapped in a blanket of family and home.
Even now with my own children. That feeling carries on. I like to put the sauce on to simmer before noon and it never fails that by 2:30 when they come through the door, the house wafts with the smell of love.
It changes the atmosphere. What could have been a trying day becomes less a burden. Homework hidden in a backpack is now eagerly on the dinning room table. Children just lingering near the kitchen looking for any reason to be enveloped in something bigger than words can describe.
Its always the same every time. 3 hrs till dinner yet all are hovering for sneak peaks in the pot, small snips and tastes. All under the guise of "I'm gonna stir the sauce mom and make sure its not sticking".
It makes me wonder which Savanna is really asking for. What does she really crave. A food that will fill her belly and nutrition her body or a experience that restores her soul. You just can't put that in a jar!
Spaghetti Sauce:
1 29oz can tomato sauce
1 29oz crushed tomatoes
1 6oz can tomato paste
1/4 cup finely chopped onion
1 Garlic clove minced
1 tea Italian seasoning
1/2 tea Oregano
1/2 tea Basil
Pinch of Sugar
Pinch of Sea Salt
Dash of Balsamic Vinegar
Drizzle of Olive Oil
I like to sweat the onion and garlic in the Balsamic. Then add the rest and simmer. Add your favorite meat and enjoy.