Well, my grandmother-of-German-ancestry had one other favorite dish. Spaghetti. Yep. She could rock a spaghetti sauce like no one else. I used to sneak into the kitchen while that pot was on an all-day simmer, eat a bowl full, then clean up like she had no idea what I was doing. (She did. She always knew what I was doing.)
When I sat down to write my novel Quilted by Christmas, my Bopum showed up on the pages in the form of Jemma. Yep. Caramel cake, spaghetti, and all. And today, I'm sharing her spaghetti recipe with you. Simple as it is, I have never been able to get it to taste the same as she did. Wonder why?