As any normal Sunday, the Mastandrea household is up and running quite early in the morning. Yet, this Sunday was a tab bit different. It was only Steve, Jenia, and I who were definites on attending and providing for this meal. Joe and Jessica were tentative since they were making atrip to Sawgrass that day. As I was saying, on this day, I for one woke up and immediately called Steve to come over so that we can take a drive to Publix for some last minute vital items. As I hung up the phone, I hear Jenia getting up and walking through the hallway and out to the kitchen. It was just then when I realized that this was going to be ... Spectacular. Ah...the Jupiter Farms Publix ...filled with beer guzzling cowboys, misfit employees, horseback riders who insist on going out in public with their gear on, mothers who do nothing but love to be up their kids' asses whether its in school or in the case, a Florida based supermarket ... not to mention proudly wearing their femullets. This was not your regular outing, or day for that matter. I'll break it down for you: put a large, long haired Russian, a small businessman, and a little eccentric drama kid into the mix, you are in for quite the treat. We went in with ontly one thing on our minds ...SAUCE. It wasn't even five minutes before the three of us found ourselves in the meat section. It was a a unanimous decision to buy a veal steak (which happens to liquefy while in the sauce) and three different kinds of chopped meat. As we made our way further towards the to the produce section, we ran into the one and only ...Billy Chase. For those of you who don't know who he is, he is our neighbor, who spends 80% of his life in a drunken stupor. Luckily he was sober and with his wife Kim, who approved the marvelous selection of chips, chips, chips, and beer in their shopping cart. On the way home, we managed to beat the rain ... thank the lord we did. It was like a hurricane once the sauce started cooking . We each wore an apron as a symbol of your dedication to this delicious gift from God. It was not only therapeutic, but completely worth it. To be spontaneous, we invited a few friends over who have never experience such a day. As they walked in the house we took their picture on a Polaroid camera and was used as a place setting. Steve kept calling us the Renegades of Sauce, which I liked a lot. But I also liked the Sultans of Sauce. Not only as an omage to Babe Ruth, but to simply rip off the Dires Straits. It was an amazing day and I thank everyone who was a part of it. Salut!