If you have a garden this year, you have a lot of tomatoes. Tons of tomatoes. Truckloads of tomatoes. Tomatoes coming our of your EARS.
Or, maybe not. Maybe you don’t have a garden. In which case, I feel bad for you (son).
I’m sorry for your loss.
I started making this tomato sauce several years ago when we were living in our triple decker apartment in Somerville. The walls had little insulation, so I would make this sauce on cold days to save on heat. It takes time. It’s a Sunday afternoon kind of sauce. It’s a person-from-high-school-you-always-had-a-crush-on but-seemed-unavailable-in-some-way-so-you-let-it-go-and-reconnected-10-years-later-and-got-married kind of sauce.
It’s worth it.
It’s thick and creamy. Naturally sweet from the caramelized sugars that seep from the tomatoes. It’s savory and rich. It will make you feel things in places your lover has never touched. Yes. Yes, right there. Mmmm.
Let’s do this, you and me.
Roasted Tomato Sauce To Make You Feel Things
All The Tomatoes. (Like, 10 pounds)
2+ BULBS of garlic. (Not cloves, bulbs. Don’t make me come in there.)
Liberal Sprinkling of Salt (Think Bernie Sanders)
Generous Drizzle of Olive Oil
Light Dusting of Hot Pepper Flakes (if you care)
Here’s the deal. This is a really fucking easy sauce to make. It just takes time.
Cut all those tomatoes in half. Don’t bother cutting out the tops or seeds, it’s all going to the same place. Lay them in a single layer on a large baking sheet. Peel the garlic and just plop it all in there with the tomatoes. They are friends now. Sprinkle on that Salt. Drizzle on that Oil. Yes. Just a bit more. Good. Time for those pepper flakes. Excellent.
Put it in the oven at 250 degrees.
Ok, now go about your day. For at least 4 hours.
I said this will take time and I meant it.
A little longer.
When the tomatoes look shrunken and shriveled and glossy with oil, take it on out. Put it in a food processor. Make it look saucy. Good. It’s done.
Serve over pasta or “zoodles” or whatever it is that you eat. Layer it into an Eggplant Parmesan. Dollop it onto eggs. Eat it from the container at 3am while you cry. You do you.