Nothing screams comfort food like a hearty bowl of pasta. And as a Puerto Rican woman I certainly didn’t grow up with that as the comfort food I was craving today.
My mom would’ve handed me a bowl of white rice, red beans over pollo guisado, something I complained vehemently about consuming. Now, I relish the idea of having a bowl of mom’s cooking any day of the week.
In any case, I was never taught how to accurately make a Sunday Sauce — yet.
So, we roastin’ veggies, and making one hell of a meat sauce today!