Sauce

I was making sauce this morning and I came to a happy realization. I don't have a recipe for sauce. Neither does my mother nor did her mother, my Noni. But I know how to make sauce the way my mother makes it. How? Because I spent countless times standing next to my mom while she made it. Stirring the pot, filling up the little tomato paste can with water to add. And when I got older, chopping the garlic, which was a huge deal for me! I remember one time, just once, my mother walked me through the steps as I watched carefully. But I never wrote it down, I just know how to make it. It's great to be part of an oral tradition like that. I hope it continues with Lucy as well as my children. I hope and pray they will stand by their Noni stirring that pot and filling up that little can with water. Thanks, Mom, for teaching me so well.