บท 185: Chapter 79 - Gabriella (1)

I've always loved Sunday dinners at Nonna's. She makes the best bolognese, which the recipe had been passed down to her from her great-grandmother. My Italian great-grandmother who also moved to the US around the same time my great-grandfather did had a whole cookbook that Nonna religiously follows until now. She doesn't always make the bolognese, but if one requests—which is almost always—she'd make them. She might grumble about it for a bit, but she still makes them.

It's one of the recipes I've been learning that I haven't quite mastered yet. There's just something about grannies and their cooking that one can't easily replicate even with the same ingredients. I'm convinced that she sprinkles some of her magic in it that makes it taste spectacular. Even Mariano admitted he loved it, saying it's the best bolognese he's ever had.

Nonna set the bar so high. But I'm going to keep practicing. I will perfect it. And one day, he'll tell me it's the best he's ever tasted.