Mom’s Italian Sunday Gravy
Growing up, nothing compared to Sundays in our house. We’d wake up, go to church, and head to CCD after. All the while, there was a pot bubbling away on the stove. That was my mom’s Sunday gravy, also known to many as Sunday sauce. My mom’s Sunday gravy wasn’t just a meal, it was a special event. By the time we sat down to eat, the whole house smelled incredible.
There was always pasta, plenty of meat, Pecorino Romano, and of course, a simple Italian salad on the table. I have my mom to thank for my love of salad today—my parents would always say we “needed a little roughage." It’s one of those traditions that just sticks with you forever. My six cousins down the street usually finished eating around the same time we did, so after finishing dinner we’d all meet outside to play. Sundays were good times!