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Guglielmo's Marinara Sauces (Pizza Sauce, 2-Pack)

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About Guglielmo's Marinara Sauces

I can trace this recipe to at least the 1930s. My Great-Grandmother Mary Guglielmo was raising a family of 10. It was The Great Depression and any food that could be grown instead of purchased was preferred. For that reason, she maintained a garden, in place of her yard. Born in Italy, and being that items like tomatoes, garlic, peppers, and onions are easy to grow, one of her signature dishes was the homegrown sauce. Her sauce was exceptional. Between the process, she followed and the fresh ingredients she used, her sauce was like nothing else. Quickly, friends and family were clamoring for her to make them a batch. So she obliged every single request to make the sauce. At first, it was easy to keep up with demand, however, when my Grandpa Pete’s brothers and sisters started moving away, and when my Great Grandfather died, it was just Mary and her son, my Grandpa Pete, making the sauce. And still, people wanted her sauce. My Grandpa Pete decided that it was time to help his mom. It didn’t take long for him to perfect the recipe. Mary would eventually pass away, Grandpa Pete would marry my Grandma Lucy. Grandpa knew how to make Mary’s sauce. It remained a tradition. I was born and I was at Grandpa Pete’s house for sauce most Sundays. At first, all I knew was that my large Italian family met on Sundays and shared this meal together. I didn’t realize how spoiled I was to be feasting on this delicious, homegrown sauce. When I was in my early twenty’s, I decided to ask my Grandpa if he would show me how to make the sauce. I didn’t quite realize how rich of a family tradition I had just tapped into. Grandpa was so happy I had asked. No one had ever asked him before. He always thought the recipe would die with him. Grandpa Pete took me under his wing and my first lesson was in the tomato fields. The rest is history…