Tomato paste is the backup friend that always shows up. It’s never the star of the show, but without it, the party would be bland. Next time you’re at the store, buy two tubes of the stuff instead of that expensive jarred sauce. Store one in your glove compartment for emergencies. Yes, that’s weird. You’ll thank me later.
So go ahead. Embrace the paste. Make your sauce. Burn it once, salvage it, and eat it over pasta while watching a show you’ve seen five times. That’s the good life. That’s real cooking.
P.S. If anyone asks, you say you slow-cooked it for hours. Your secret is safe with me.
