My nonna cooked pasta for every dinner she ever made. It might have been for the main course, a salad, soup, or perhaps dressed in Marinara for a side dish. On Sundays when her grown children brought their families for dinner, invariably her gi-normous pot of red sauce was built around something Grandpa Gus grew on his farm and caught in a trap. Our parents said the meat was chicken, but he wasn\'t a chicken farmer and they didn\'t run wild. As adults we figured out it was rabbit or game bird. This is my adaptation of one of her many recipes.