Chapter 89

“What are we going to do with this sauce, love?” Augusto asked, curiously looking at the steaming pot, the smell of spices and fresh tomatoes filling the entire space.

Patrícia turned off the heat and wiped her hands on a floral dish towel before answering with that practical smile he loved.

“We’re going to separate it into clear jars, label them with the date, and put them in the freezer. That way we’ll have homemade sauce for weeks.”

“Hmm… organized as always,” he commented, amused