from scratch

what the F* is jar sauce?!
that was yesterday's most winningest favorite quote, my ninjas.
referring to some non-italian's best effort at makin' a gourmet gravy for their rigatoni,
with ketchup and oregano,
because they had no jar sauce!
jar sauce!?! what the F* is jar sauce?!
and ketchup?!!!
my nana would whoop your candypants ass if she heard that noise.
there's so much wrong with that crap culinary course anyway;
but to hear the distress in my buddy's aunt's voice,
recalling the affrontery to from-scratch foodstuffs,
decades after the incident,
i had to remember what it means to doo-doo the really real sh!t.
box mix and jar sauce?
oh, HELL no, ya'll.
put that instant doo-doo buttery box mix back on the shelf.
never mind all that 'just add water',
that's weak sauce,
in SO many ways, too.
i endorse and support taking a leading role in your own life.
that means a little extra effort in all the little easy things throughout the day.
every day.
even eatin' treats requires that active participation.
i'm not sayin' we should all spend seven hours in the kitchen before breakfast,
and it's even plausible that that luxury pasta sauce
in the specialty section of the grocery store
just may be good enough to hide in a lasagna,
but for a stand-alone red gravy,
you gotta sautee, simmer, and stew.
i'm sayin',
my sugarlovely baby-yeah ladyfriend makes a mean sauce, mutha-uckas.
that's a fact.
it's the difference between a keeper and keepin' lookin'...
word.
i'm rockin' shout-outs to home cooks who get busy from scratch.
participating in the creation of their own sustenance.
that goes for gardeners growing their own goods, too.
to all the fresh slicers, dicers, mincers, parers, corers, peelers, and preparers;
keep keepin' those mashed potatoes lumpy.
all ya'll reppin' the coarse arts,
keep reppin' that roughness...

homemade is just plain better.
that's what's poppin'.
homestyle home run home cookin'.
by hand and from scratch, each and every batch.
flavorful as F*!
not just in my mouth, either,
but when i eat it, i wanna flippin' taste it;
never quiet, never soft.