Okay so you can't tell it by the blonde hair and blue eyes (not that it matters because I color my hair and wear green contacts), but there is quite a bit of Italian blood coursing through my veins..
It comes from my dads side, who in the summer when he's tanned, looks a little mobstery with all his gold chains and rings, and dark skin.
Both of my siblings also sport some physical Italian features.. Even my mother (who doesn't have Italian blood) tans beautifully.. I on the other hand am about the shade of oh, let's see, mayonnaise..
All of this is beside the point..
The point is, within this Italian family the ability to make homemade spaghetti sauce is considered a gift.. My brother Kevin, makes some of the best sauce ever.. My Uncle Larry's (although my fathers, brother, he is not Italian and it's a long story) is not one you would want to challenge, even my non-Italian mother makes kick ass sauce..
(I'd just like to point out, my dad the actual Italian in the family does not. but that's not what this is about).
These sauce makers spend hours preparing the red gold.. Even days in some cases..
I however, have never made it.. (Unless you count cracking a jar of Prego and "tweaking" it just a little bit.. )
I'm not sure why.. Maybe because I didn't think I could make anything that could even sit in the same room with the others. Maybe because I didn't feel the need when I could just hit my brother, mother or uncle up for some labor-free sauce.. Who knows.. But I've never attempted to make it homemade..
Besides the Prego tweaking, for a quick meal after work/school, I have otherwise made no attempt in my 40 years of life, to duplicate the talent of my family members..
Well Mother, brother, uncle I say this to you - GAME ON...
With the wildest of hairs up my arse, I decided to give it a shot..
and guess what.... I'M GOOD AT IT..
Finally - proof that I am a biological part of this dark complected (sp?) family.
10 years ago
