She’s Saucy!


In honor of our first real cold snap and our first “snow” of the season. It wasn’t so much snow as it was like pollen from a snow tree, it wafted around in a very unsnowlike way. Also? For much of the time it was “snowing” , the sun was shining. I know what it means when there is rain and bright sun - it means that the devil is beating his wife, but what does snow and sunshine speak to?

I decided to “make” some spaghetti sauce. I use quotes around make because my Mother makes spaghetti sauce from scratch. I just added ground meats and frozen pre-chopped peppers and onions to a jar of Prego and dumped garlic into the pot. I don’t think utilizing jar sauce meets the definition of “making”. I did however brown the meet and sauteed the peppers and onions and added spices to give it taste. Prego on it’s own has no taste. I also boiled the spaghetti. I don’t know what got into me, but it was cold and kind of snowique-ing outside and the thought of standing in front of the stove for a while sounded very seasonal and I had this ground chicken in the refrigerator that wasn’t getting any younger.... It was all about synergy.

Did you know that even the smallest jar of Prego is a huge amount of Prego? Would Prego-for-one make someone somewhere to depressed to live? Is it written somewhere they can only sell Prego in vats? So now I have a lot of spaghetti sauce. Lots of sauce. Lots and lots. Enough I should never have to make sauce again. Too bad for Prego, now I never have to buy spaghetti sauce again. Great marketing strategy there.

I would have rather bought any size of Newman’s Own I bet Paul Newman didn’t believe in marginalizing a whole segment of the buying public!  whatever market research they did for my Kroger must have uncovered that “ the community” did not respond to charitable spaghetti sauce, no matter how twinkly and good of heart or it could just be simply that Kroger sucks.  If I had sucked it up and gone to a grocery in North Raleigh, I would still be standing there trying to decide which variety of which brand to take home. I think the last time I looked for sauce at Poverty Barn I had more of a selection than at my store.

The woman in front of me in line was buying her whole Thanksgiving dinner while the guy behind me was picking up a carton of smokes and enough 40s for a crowd. Holiday in the Hood.