Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Spaghetti is Love

It must be an Italian thing...."Spaghetti is Love" as Mario Batali once stated is a statement I have to agree with. There really is little else that makes me feel "at home" than the smell of spaghetti sauce simmering on the stove. The scent takes me back to being a little girl and feeling loved at home with my mom, my dad, my brothers, sister, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, cousins and when I was really young my maternal grandmother. Sunday was not Sunday without sauce and family!

When my children were growing up we'd often go to my parents' house on Sunday for spaghetti, and then later, when my children got older, I would make sauce every Sunday and family would gather here for Sunday dinner.

Times change, children grow up, they move away, and what once were traditions become memories. Good, happy memories.

This past Sunday, I decided to make a large pot of spaghetti sauce, and the house filled with the aroma as my husband and I were cozy in the family room, with a fire in the fireplace watching football, and my mom was comfy in her special chair reading.

It was just the three of us for Sunday spaghetti dinner, and that was fine, because I was definitely "home!"

1 comment:

  1. I can almost smell it! Home is the best place in the world. blessings ~ tanna


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