When it comes to gravy, Mama Italiana knows best
My friends, you have been deceived. You may not realize it; in fact, I’m sure you haven’t. But that red stuff that the dining hall workers have placed next to the bowtie pasta is nothing more than a bowl of lies, a concoction of criminality. Tomato sauce? Please. Tell it to your jar of Ragu, sweetie. Okay, so I’m exaggerating. But anyone who knows me well knows...
