There are times where I wish I could say "I made my mother's ragu, handed down through the generations from mother daughter. It's an old family tradition from the Old Country." But we're Irish & German, have been here since 1780 or so, and my foremothers embraced the convenience of early modern agribusiness prior to WWII with a startling eagerness. Oh there were jars of home canned stuff in my Nan's larder when I was a child, but no one had seen her can a thing after 1951. Tellingly perhaps, I cannot remember any of the jars every being opened, let alone eaten. This is my family's traditional ragu. It even says 'traditional' right on the label. I'm rather fond of it actually. There are so few 'family recipes' in my background that I take what I can get. But sometimes, usually around now, when it gets really cold for the first time in months, the complete lack of Italian blood in me calls out for a dish of rich meaty ra...