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I don't even like red sauce and it sounds yummy to me. I think it must be your way with words ... well done getting me to try a tomato based sauce.

In the summer try this with heirloom tomatoes. Fantastic!

I love Smitten Kitchen too!

After you make your own sauce, you can never go back to the mass-produced jar stuff!

Sometimes you can add flavor with fresh basil, or change up the base red sauce with tuna or with red bell peppers, my personal fave.

I'm trying this tonight - just bought the tomatoes and butter. Ever since I saw it on Smitten Kitchen, I've wanted to try! Cold raining night, warm tomatoes and pasta, yum!

Perfect! I predict that youll LOVE it!

I emailed this to my son Sarah and he sent his wife out last night to get the tomatoes. She's making it this evening. Can't wait to hear how it was.

Ooo! I hope they like it!

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