Sam went off to university today, he didn't start till 13.00 so could sleep for a while and not worry about being late or anything, he told me that I could do what I wanted as his mother was at work, his brother was due to go out and he wasn't going to be back till around 18.00 as he had a football game after his university class finished. I spent the day doing some more of my writing, reading a little and otherwise not really doing much. I was thinking of what to cook myself for lunch when I could smell the most pleasant smell of fried garlic and tomatoes, I immediately knew that Sam's brother Homero was cooking some pasta with tomato sauce, we had a chat about pasta and how to make the perfect tomato sauce the day before. Soon enough it was ready, he called me to the kitchen to eat, we tucked in and it was good. Not sure if I could go as far to say that it was the perfect tomato sauce but it was bloody good, for me the perfect sauce varies from day to day and what I feel like having in it, sometimes ham, sometimes mushrooms, sometimes tuna. I made a very nice tomato sauce a while ago using the cheapest pasta sauce out of a pack, the cheapest tin of tuna and lots of dried herbs and spices, it was amazing but I wouldn't say that it was anywhere near perfection. Homero's sauce was very nice though, it was made by frying a little garlic, some peeled, chopped and seeded fresh tomatoes, a small amount of tomato purée, some salt and pepper and a bit of fresh, chopped basil. It tasted phenomenal, not perfect but still could be put right up there, in fact it was so nice I had to help myself to some seconds, I would have been tempted to have thirds but there wasn't enough. Like most of this journal I seem to keep on coming back to food, food plays a big part in my life and I pay a lot of attention to the really good food and the really bad, the good I want to have again and again and the bad I try to forget and never think about again.