When Seth and I were first dating, we ate spaghetti nearly every meal.  We were young, poor college students.  That was the main reason.  But we also had an 8 lb. jar of homemade spaghetti sauce sitting in Seth’s refrigerator.  That was the other reason.  It was Seth’s dad’s recipe and Seth was not very adventurous with foods at the time, so Seth’s dad made him a massive jar of sauce, promising to refill the jar any time Seth brought it back.  We ate a lot of spaghetti.  I’m sorry to say it took about a month to go through a jar.  How is it possible that the sauce never went bad?  I still think about that now, ten years later. Seth’s dad has…