Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?
When I walk into my house for a few days after I have made sauce, I am transported back to my childhood and the comforting feeling of home associated with that smell. I am a third generation American born Sicilian. My great grandparents immigrated to America from Sicily in the early 1900’s. With that said, every Sunday during my childhood we had sauce. To us, sauce means a pot of tomato sauce simmered with spices for several hours with meatballs and the pasta of the cook’s choice. Sometimes it was spaghetti, sometimes rigatoni. On a special occasion it was ravioli or stuffed shells. So many of my cherished childhood memories are of watching my grandmothers make sauce. As an adult when I make sauce, in my heart I know my grandmothers are there with me.
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