
I have a Nonnie, but this is not her meat sauce. It is my son's best friend's Nonnie's meat sauce. Sort of. I have to be honest with you, I am becoming a bore. If you sit next to me at, say for instance, a Saturday basketball game, I am going to hound you about what you had for dinner last night, and what you are making over the rest of the weekend. For the Nonnie in question, I really bug her about her cooking. I want to be a good Italian mama. The only problem is that I am not … [Read more...]












