Coming here from the East Coast, I was convinced nobody in California cared about sports. There was a serious void in my heart on Sundays watching football essentially alone. 

I thought back to what my grandfather used to do to get everybody in the neighborhood together. He’d make a sauce — your standard, red Italian sauce with meatballs and sausage. 

There was actually nothing standard about it. As a kid, I remember when he opened the front door and walked outside, sauce and bread for dipping in hand, the neighbors would come running. He stood there smiling as they sang his praises. 

So, on Sundays, I started making the sauce that stirred up my neighborhood as a kid, and the football spectators in my house grew and grew. Now, I’m selling jars (and merch) in hopes they bring the people you love together.