There’s a raging debate over whether spaghetti sauce should be called “sauce” or “gravy”.  When I was a kid, we had spaghetti, macaroni, ravioli, and lasagne noodles.  Spaghetti, ravioli, and lasagne got spaghetti sauce on them (“pasta” hadn’t been invented, yet) and macaroni was for salad.

I move east and all of a sudden “GRAVY” is supposed to be the proper word to use for that lovely red sauce.  That, and there are now a bazillion types of “pasta” on the market.  Balderdash, says I.

But regardless of the name, Victor made some pretty good stuff for dinner tonight.  Homemade meatballs, pork chops, and hot Italian sausage simmered in a velvety red sauce.  Er, gravy.  Uh… whatever.

There’s no recipe to post.  Making sauce is just one of those things you do.

And I suppose I could have cleaned that plate just a bit better before snapping the photo – but I was hungry.