For those of you who have been following the goings on in Persephone’s Kitchen, you’ll know most important things to me are techniques, tradition and family. I’m determined not to lose the family history that is contained in recipes handed down generation to generation.
As a result, Persephone doesn’t always do the cooking. This morning, while the marathoners made their way to the finish line, I sat in Rhea‘s kitchen and watched her start the involved process of a big Italian-American Sunday dinner. Her lasagna and meatballs require the patient efforts of a Thanksgiving dinner. So when she decides to make Italian, everybody gathers ’round. Cronus is especially happy. All day the sausages and homemade meatballs braised in scratch tomato sauce. The long day’s work meant that tonight we were treated to her homemade gravy (for those of you not from Jersey, that’s the tomato sauce), meatballs, sausage and lasagna. Food coma heaven. And Cronus, bless him, broke out a Red from A.D. 1991 to properly celebrate Mom’s hard work.