And I made the bloody pasta. No more perfect union in gastronomy, Marcella says.
Well, not my version. I've had tastier ragu from a talentless housewife in 20 minutes.
Bit depressing really.
No doubt if Marcella made it for me it would be as expected. But she didn't. And it's such a pain in the arse time wise, it's a bit of an effort to try again and again. I'm not sure where to turn.
I might wait until my special tomatoes come in, and then make it again using the son's recipe.