Omigod guys. Against all odds, the sauce is saved. Here are my saviors:
No, that isn’t cocaine.
And the sunlight streaming in is heaven-sent – not bad photography.
My Hail Mary play was severalfold: A hearty glug of red wine (in the bowl, not my mouth), a hearty handful of sugar, a can of crushed tomatoes (sorry, but I had to), and my immersion blender. The immersion blender is one of those tools you don’t think you need until you try one. I’ve had mine for three years and only recently pulled it out and gave it a test to astonishing results. What was previously chunky becomes smooth. What was previously salsa-like becomes sauce. My dog has an excellent memory for upsetting noises and immediately requested an exit when I pulled it out of the box. I swirled it around, I blended, I tried so hard. (New lesson learned: wear an apron if you’re using an immersion blender! Goodbye purple t-shirt). Veni, vidi, blendi. Now look at that texture!
Look closer!
LOOOOK!
The taste is much improved, I admit that it’s still a little oniony, but again – perfection is boring. I won’t chalk this up as a total failure. I’m confident that in a few hours it will taste even better. I was so happy I even soiled more dishes to show off the finished product.
Yay for me! This is undeniably oniony and garlicky. My husband may not kiss me for a few days. But I’ll take a win where I can get one.
illdothedisheslater 