Nani means grandmother, and this sauce is a love letter to mine. My Nani is the kind of woman who fills a room just by walking into it. Fierce, generous, unapologetically bold. She taught me that food is how you say "I love you" without words.
This sauce carries that same energy: a garlic-forward heat that doesn't hold back. When I taste it, I'm standing next to her, watching her cook with no measuring cups and total confidence. Nani never needed a recipe. She cooked from memory, from love, from instinct. This one's for her.
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