Sunday Sauce


For those of you that are Italian, I assume you know what it's like to wake up to the smell of fresh sauce on a Sunday. While every Sunday plays out different, it’s the sauce that is always constant. It’s not an exaggeration to say that the whole day revolves around the sauce. Usually, my mom will be in the kitchen keeping an eye on the sauce as my brother and dad stop in to make themselves a meatball hero on freshly baked Italian bread. Then, by the time 4:00 hits, my other relatives are arriving for the usual Sunday dinner. I’m always grateful for being able to have sauce with my family, week in and week out. It’s a tradition that goes back to my great-grandparents, who grew up in Italy. My mother,growing up in Brooklyn, followed the same sunday dinner tradition, as did my grandparents. The recipe my family follows today has been passed down from generation through generation, continuing to impress my family. There’s a deeper meaning to Sunday sauce; it is more than just a dinner we have on Sunday. It is an important time for my whole family to get together and preserve the tradition my relatives have set forth. For example, by tradition I mean, coming together as a family, preparing the Sunday sauce, and eating at an early hour. After years of carrying on this tradition, simply being home on a Sunday has given me general sense of how to make the sauce. However, I am eager for the day I learn exactly how to prepare the meal for my future family....(continued) 

Place(s): Italy and New York
Year: 1910

– Kate Ecke

Relationship:  Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more