There is nothing more reassuring than the smell of sauce simmering on the stove all day. It speaks to a primal base in everyone. It tells you that someone cared enough about you to sear the pork until its crusty and golden, mix the meatballs by hand, chop all the vegetables, and use only the freshest ingredients.
It tells you that even in this fast paced world tradition can endure. That many hearts and hands have passed along the basics so that you could make your own version to please and pass along to others.
It can stop people in their tracks as they pass your open window and conjure up some memory from childhood. It can draw people to your home bearing plastic containers just begging to be filled. It can create the most memorable meal some might ever have.
It tells you that you can just come home.