The two great debates of my lifetime have been the following: “Is it gravy or sauce” and “Can a pro-lifer support the death penalty.”
The first one is more controversial in my family, because there are differing opinions depending upon thegeneration.
The older women insist that it is only gravy if you simmer some sort of meat in the pan before dumping in the canned tomatoes — and in the case of the purists, tomatoes from grandpop’s garden — while a meatless concoction is sauce.
Others from Gen X to the present say that there is no difference and the only people who make a big deal out of it need to get a life. I fall somewhere in between, which is ironic since I can’t make either of them.
The second conundrum doesn’t have the philosophical gravitas of the first, but it has always troub