The true, unspoken reason that I love to cook? I aspire to someday be one of those grandmothers who lavishes a house chock-full of hungry family and friends with transcendent meals every week. I’m talking about the type of grandma who will toil for hours and hours over a single, specific meal that is purely her own. That meal you know you could never recreate, because only Grandma Irene makes it that way, because only Grandma Irene has a pantry filled with that secret spice (love).

Everything from now until then is just a practice run. And the signature meal I’m practicing for the day I become that future Grandma Irene is Sunday sauce.


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