But life is what happens while you're waiting right?
We have A LOT of tomatoes that are fixin to be ripe enough to harvest. As excited as I am about this prospect of fresh from the garden veggies, I also started to wonder. "What will I do with all those tomatoes?" Then it hit me! Spaghetti Sauce!!! I always need it, and to be able to make it from our own garden, with veggies I picked myself?!? Home-making bliss!!
Here's how it would go, in my mind...
Sundress blowing in the breeze, my apron pulled up in the front to make a handy carrying place. (I don't know shy I wear aprons in my fantasies...do you?)
Where was I? Oh yeah, My apron pulled up in from t to carry my bundles of bright red little jewels from my garden. I would happily bring in my loot wash it, dice it, slave over it lovingly, and eventually serve it to a grateful and impressed family. We would look back on this day as THE DAY! The day I channeled my inner "Ma Ingalls" and mastered spaghetti sauce. The kind of sauce that you would soak up with a piece of bread, a real Ragu tasting delicacy!
With this EPIC day coming closer I decided today would be my trial run, my dress rehearsal.
Where does a transplanted city-girl go for "epically life changing recipes"? Pinterest of course!!
I'm not kidding, every single "pin" that I looked at started with,
6 cans of tomato sauce
2 cans of tomato paste...
So, amused, but un-satisfied I went to Pioneer Woman! She had a great post about how she loves garlic, loves vegetables, loves loving things. :-). And her secret ingredient?!? Drum roll.....
Emeril's marinara from a jar!!!!
I did eventually find a site that gave step by step instructions for "Fresh from the garden spaghetti sauce."
Yes, it took 3 hrs to simmer, but what's three hours when compared to domestic goddess status?
There is no creamy/saucy picture of beautiful Ragu-like sauce. It was chunky/grainy I'm not sure how to identify the sludge that I ended up with.
2 of our children begged for cereal instead.
1 of our children refused the sludge, and (store bought) roll simply because of its proximity to the sludge!
The 3 that did eat, I suspect were only powering through the spaghetti sludge to get to the chocolate cake that was being dangled like a carrot. I had bread with a generous helping of butter, and an ice-cream bar.
I think Ragu will be going back on the grocery list. (As soon as my family forgets about the spaghetti sludge.)