This is comfort food of the highest form. It’s why I’ve never really thought to blog it before, even though it’s one of my most favourite things to eat in all the earth, it really is just a messy looking bowl of comfort that you wolf down in front of the TV in your PJ’s, not exactly fine dining.
But it was when my boyfriend, standing over the pot of simmering sauce, mumbled “Why oh WHY have you not blogged this yet?” And then proceeds to almost burn his mouth trying to sneakily grab a spoonful. And I remember how I did exactly the same thing with my mum’s bolognese, and my dad says he did the same thing with HIS mum’s bolognese … and I realise, that we don’t always WANT fine dining recipes. Sometimes, you just want something that you can drool over and then wolf down, and feel happily full with a glass of cheap wine in front of some so-bad-that-it’s-good TV.
This is the way they make it in Tuscany, and therefore the way I was taught. And they call it ragù, which is so much more beautiful a word, as it cut’s out the way English people abbreviate spaghetti bolognese to ‘Spag-Bol’. Which is, let’s be honest, horrendous.
This recipe will give you a large amount of the stuff, well enough for 4 people, or even 6 little bowls. We ate a (larger than necessary) portion and have saved the rest in the fridge. You can also freeze the stuff and it will last forever. See, it’s perfect.
Ingredients Needed:
Serves 5
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