Last night I was tired and feeling rather lazy. I almost used store bought spaghetti sauce but the winds of Friday evening and a cold glass of chardonnay pushed me into doing more work than I probably should have. But I had a full bowl of home grown ripe tomatoes begging to be used. Better boys, beefsteak, romas, and maybe even a Mr. Stripey or two. Homemade won over lazy.
I just started throwing ingredients in like a mad scientist. The tomatoes, basil, rosemary, and hot pepper were all garden fresh. The can of tomato sauce? Well, Serena accidentally opened this so I just threw it in.
The end result was a delicious meal bursting with various, robust flavors. I made nothing to accompany it, not even garlic bread. It was enough.