Originally Posted by Cooking Goddess
I'll simmer a pot of sauce/ragu using my MIL's recipe that Himself taught to me when we were first married. It's a basic beef/onion/tomato/spices version. I've tweaked it over the years, but it's still very close to Mom's original. It makes me happy just to eat it because we've had it so many times together as a family. One time when we went back to OH to visit our kids we got a small hotel suite to stay in. It came complete with a tiny kitchen, so I took a 2-quart container of sauce from home in the cooler. The kids showed up at the motel, helped make salad, finish the supper and pour wine. We had a nice family dinner. Just the four of us, but it was as wonderful as when we would gather around our big table in our old home's kitchen. Food sometimes IS family.
A pot of gravy (sauce) and a pan of pasta with a couple of crusty loaves sitting on the table where you rip off a piece to sop up the leftover gravy on your plate, family surrounding you with love, and you have the world.
I always insisted that we sit down every night to a family meal. No TV, telephone or other distractions. The only distraction was family and
Illegitimi non carborundum!
I don't want my last words to be, "I wish I had spent more time doing housework"