Did I forget to list the chianti in the ingredients? You should’ve been drinking this whole time. Until your lips are stained and your face sets into a permanently dour pucker and your head pounds. It’s the tannins. They add a complexity to the sauce that is hard to name, but essential for depth of flavor.

Every space you walk into is haunted. Everything has a memory. A song. A person. An experience. It might not belong to you, but the space has lived just the same. It’s all there, all the time. We don’t always see it.