For years, I harbored under the delusion that my family made sauce the way my Italian friend's families made sauce. It all ended up looking pretty much the same: red, full of meat, and contained little flecks of green, white, and the various other colors necessary to make it taste like tomatoes with spices. It wasn't until I went to college that I realized my family's Irish Sauce was quite different than the homemade stuff.
The Writing huntress
I hunt. I write. I wear what some consider an unnecessary amount of camouflage face paint.