I got home from work around 6:30 and I was already starving, so I ate some chips to tide me over while we went to the grocery store. But then I realized I had forgotten to write a police brief, so I did that really quick and we went to the grocery store a little after 7.
After an hour and a half at the grocery store, we came home and started cooking. By now, I was so weak from hunger I felt like I was going to pass out, so I rushed around the kitchen trying to hurry the bolognese. I have a message for you: you CAN'T hurry bolognese.
I put the onions and garlic in the stock pot with olive oil and watched them saute. They looked good, so I turned away to shop up some parsley. Sean wandered in and looked at the onions. I said, "Are they soft?" He said, "I guess so." I went over to look and of course, the onions were black. What is with me and onions?
So by then it was 9:15 and I had to start over. DISASTERS. Sean graciously chopped up some more onion, which you can believe I watched like a hawk.
When the onions were soft, I added carrots and some celery flakes (I refuse to buy a package of celery for one recipe).
Once the veggies looked tender, I added the meat and when it was no longer pink, added crushed tomatoes, parsley, basil, salt and pepper.