"One of my favorite stories about my mom and cooking that wasn’t in my monograph: My mom did not have much experience with Italian cooking when she came to America in the 60s. My father asked if she would make spaghetti. Mom not knowing what the red sauce was she covered the spaghetti with ketchup; dad smiled and said it was good. Not long thereafter, mom learned and made great Italian red sauces for pasta."
I followed up with my father about the above story and asked him if he could describe the meal and he said, “Well, Imagine having plain pasta with ketchup. I mean it's edible but it's not gonna get a 5 star review. That being said, at least it was filling, I mean I couldn’t cook either and she tried her best. By the time we were married a year or two, she was cooking quite well and as the years went by and she learned more, she got more daring and more creative and ultimately, she became a real gourmet cook. One of my favorite foods that she would make ended up being her spaghetti with meatballs, and sauce which was made with real tomatoes of course. As for the ketchup, that was pretty much reserved for hamburgers and hotdogs.”