My husband and I consider ourselves well-qualified tasters of bolognese, or spaghetti with meat sauce. We’ve eaten it at restaurants, at home, and even (I will admit) a doctored-up version of the jarred variety from Trader Joe’s or Whole Foods. It’s a staple at our house, and in our ordering rotation at restaurants. This is, bar none, the best either of us has ever tasted. I’ve made it twice in the last week, and it’s a testament to the health of our marriage that we split up the leftovers without a fight.