Frequent visitors to this blog have heard this one before.
Last year, the year before and the year before that year too.
But, when you’ve got a good thing going, you keep it, treasure it and call it Tradition.


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I remember a conversation between my aunt and Mom a few days after their mama died.
We were talking food
& nobody but nobody made spaghetti sauce like Gramma made spaghetti sauce.

My mother and her sister commented on how we will never experience that wonderful taste again because Gramma’s sauce could not be duplicated.
But, as the days and years went on and their hearts healed, Mom and Auntie would brew their own versions of Gramma’s recipe
& that delicious spaghetti sauce persevered

It was good.
Real, real good.
& the tradition continued.

Mom’s spaghetti dinners were classic.
She would have that sauce slow cooking on the stove in the early morning hours.
By the time afternoon rolled around, the house was filled with an awesome aroma
& when dinner arrived, perfection.

Mom’s children and grandchildren would gather around the dining room table
& we would enjoy the finest spaghetti sauce on the planet with the best company ever.

My nephew would often comment to his grandma that he really wanted to learn how to make spaghetti sauce
& she’d encourage, come over next time and I’ll teach you.
But she’d always add that gentle reminder … You must get here EARLY because the sauce cooks all day.

One day, Nephew decided it was time.
He knew his grandmother was making a New Year’s Day spaghetti dinner
& he would be there bright and early to learn the secret of the sauce.

It must have been one heck of a resolution for that young Boilermaker enthusiast
& his grandma was rather shocked but, pleasantly pleased.
On the morning after a night of New Year’s Eve revelry, the day Purdue went to the Rose Bowl, a new tradition began.
The secret was passed on.

Years later and a few days after Mom died, I remember a conversation between my sister and I.
We were talking food
& nobody but nobody made spaghetti sauce like Mom made spaghetti sauce.
It could never be duplicated.
But, just like my mom and my aunt, our hearts healed and my siblings and I have carried on.
The delicious spaghetti sauce perseveres
& then some.

That twenty-one year old Purdue fan learned his lesson well on New Year’s Day, 2001.
Nephew has a family of his own now but, has started his very own spaghetti sauce tradition.
Waking up early and cooked all day on the same stove his grandma used is his birthday present to his grandpa each year
& YaY !!

We spaghetti sauce celebrate today.

Somethings are simply priceless
& I do believe Gramma’s recipe has been duplicated.


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