I was born in a small mining town in southern Illinois. The village had a predominate Italian population. Spaghetti was a staple part of their diet. The red marina sauce that they poured over the spaghetti was called succo. This was a time before air conditioning, and all the windows in their houses wee wide open during the summer time. If your nostrils caught a whiff of their succo cooking would make your taste buds dance. If that caught a whiff of their home made cheese, they would dance even harder. To taste a plate of this delicacy was a real thrill. My best friend was Italian, and we did our homework together. I had occasion to sample this delicious morsel frequently. When my friend’s mother placed a plate in front of me and said “mange,” I immediately became fluent in Italian. Over the years, I have craved this taste. I looked everywhere for a recipe, but there was none anywhere. I couldn’t have asked her for a recipe because she didn’t have one. She couldn’t explain to how to make it because she couldn’t speak English. She had brought the recipe from Sicily in her memory. I recalled some of the ingredients. I found a recipe site on the net that if you fed the ingredients it would construct recipes using these ingredients. I got close but not close enough. With the help of some Italian friends, I was finally able to construct a recipe of the greatest spaghetti in the world. This recipe is the fruits of my labor. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Note from UnknownChef86: This is a recipe I adopted in 2006.