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About once a week, during basketball season, I would walk through the garage door and instantly smell my mom's pasta sauce cooking. After a long practice, the smell of pasta sauce was like paradise. Immediately after walking through the door I would walk straight to the kitchen table. Of course, my mom would complain that I smelled. I would run and take a quick shower, go to my room and throw on whatever clothes I could find, and then sprint back to the kitchen table and sit down to eat. Even after a rough practice, the smell of the garlic and herbs mixed with the tomato sauce took my mind off everything. Everyone should taste this sauce and this is how it is made;
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