My grandmother was exactly this way. Formal living room covered in plastic you weren’t able to enter. Ever. Personally, I think it was because red sauce is so stinking hard to get out of anything it has been spilled upon. When my dad married my mom (not a wop), she put an end to that tradition. Thankfully, grandma taught mom how to make an excellent red sauce.
They called it gravy , not sauce I dunno if that's like a regional thing or what
It was called gravy in the Sopranos so it might be a Jersey thing
Wasn't Jersey , but east coast , not too far away
>They called it gravy , not sauce I dunno if that's like a regional thing or what
It has been a long time since I've been surrounded in a kitchen with a bunch of Italian women cooking, but I do not ever recall hearing the term gravy. My ancestors are from Pescara.
On a side note, can you tell me why, every time I use the quotation tab to reference what someone has said, it puts a > in front of it?
Sorry friend , but no idea why< that happens.
I miss the kitchen part too My family was WASP and not very emotional . I felt more at home with the guineas , lol . More expressive with feelings ,good or bad
I have never heard red sauce called gravy.
Thankfully, my mother taught the recipe to my wife.
(post is archived)