While dicing an onion, she melts 1/2 a stick of butter. Once sautéed, the onions emit a sweet and pungent smell. A cup of chicken broth is added to the pan, as well as a can of diced tomatoes. The smell hits the roof of my mouth, kind of towards the back, and I stand up to get a better look. She pours a 1/2 cup of red wine, the cheap stuff, and waits for the alcohol to burn off. The sauce is a pool of blood, until she slowly drizzles in a 1/2 cup of cream. Maroon fades to a fleshy pink. She dips a spoon into the sauce and hands it to me for tasting. Tangy and creamy, it is a tribute to simply good food.
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