The thing about having a garden that always ends up producing an epic shit ton, that’s a technical measurement, of tomatoes is that you have every reason to make a ton of homemade pasta sauce and pico de gallo. Today, it was the former. And making tomato pasta sauce from scratch is one of my favorite things to make. It’s always deeply comforting and therapeutic. I didn’t have a parent or grandparent who taught me some secret family recipe or whatnot. It was something I taught myself to do and it always comes from a deep place in my soul.

Momentary pause to look at this fucker. I miss having chickens to feed them to.

There’s half a bottle of red wine in this sauce.I haven’t had a drink of any alcohol in two years. Apparently I make up for in cooking with wine.

Post simmering for hours and blending. I can’t wait to eat it on ravioli tonight, which I also haven’t had in probably 4 years but Joey found gluten free ravioli for me.

I hope you find some comfort and nourishment in your food today.