Church Barnard’s Spaghetti Sauce

When I was growing up, my dad rarely cooked. Sure, he grilled outside, but I have very few memories of him in the kitchen. The exception was spaghetti sauce day. His dad, Church, was known for his spaghetti sauce, and my dad would make a giant pot of his recipe two or three times a year. We’d all help in the process of chopping, stirring, bagging, and freezing. We’d be stocked like the apocalypse was coming and would joke that if you ever visited our house and the freezer was devoid of spag