Marco Melfi

The journey included a trip to the Italian Centre on a quest to locate the ripest Roma tomatoes. I transformed the tiny apartment | lived in with my wife into a sauce assembly line. I filled the dozen Mason jars with a poppy red paste that reminded me of the shelves in my Nonna's cellar. Once | tightened the last lid, I proudly posted evidence of my effort on Instagram. My Nonna seemed impressed when I told her over the phone. I had joined everyone in my family who had all jarred sauce.

– Empty Mason Jars, Beyond the Food Court