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 that I never touch what the Yale Dining Services has so blasphemously named “tomato sauce.” Yes, technically that is what it is: a tomato-based red sauce flavored with salt, pepper and fresh herbs. And most of you...
Interesting points. But you are speaking of Italian Americans, NOT Italians - the "gravy" and "macaroni" you talk of would likely be as much an abomination in most regions of Italy as that glop next yo the bowties in the dining hall.