Years ago, Andy showed me the beginnings of how to make homemade Marinara Sauce and my love of cooking began. He had no idea the door he was opening that night, but I am so thankful that he did. Over the years, I have made some amazing things, some good things, and some “WTF? NEVER AGAIN” things. Through all those successes, okays, and failures, I discovered that the kitchen is my solace. Tonight, I began passing the Marinara Sauce recipe down to Laura. It is a process. I measure nothing unless you count the two cans each of diced tomatoes, tomato sauce, and tomato paste. I had flashbacks of me learning how to make homemade pie crust and apple pie from my mom. All I can hope is that someday, Laura will remember tonight and maybe find a tiny bit of solace in the kitchen. My kitchen is home. It is my space. It is always good to be home.
