Happiness is Making Sauce
“To invite someone is to take charge of his happiness during the time he spends under your roof.” ~ Jean-Antheleme Brillat-Savarin
So the summer is in full swing and with it the garden as well. One of my passions is growing tomatoes and particularly heirloom varieties that I hybridize with interesting results, here’s a picture of the recent crop, the coloration more about circumstance than variety.
Recently the heat has kicked up a bit and my tomatoes responded very positively and production is very high, I picked about 5 pounds today. My Black Krim hybrids and even the Romas are in full swing. So as will happen when I have a lot of tomatoes it’s time to make spaghetti sauce. This little ritual which I have participated in for most of my adult life has its roots in one of the happiest places and times of my life. For me, the happiest place on earth was not Walt Disney World, but Uncle Mikey’s cabin. Uncle Mikey, the one below coming through the screen and standing next to my Uncle Joe, had a small cabin in a little place called Copake Lake.
Uncle Mikey was the constant host, constant open door, he was the guy who always had gum in his pockets for little kids, always a joke, a funny sound and always, always a pot of sauce on the stove. He also had a big giant pool and a bocce ball court lovingly constructed by himself and a neighbor. I’m not sure I can even count the number of happy childhood summer hours I spent in his cabin, at that pool, playing bocce with his father my Great Uncle Rocco, it was that memory we all share, those absolutely carefree and wonderful childhood summer moments. Even if life was shit in every other way, we all had those pauses and spaces in between where life couldn’t be better. That was Uncle Mikey’s cabin and the smell of cooking sauce always brings me back there. So today for a time I was back there in my head and having what I hope you are having as well, a very happy day my friends. ~ Rev Kane