Everyone has a death row meal. I know that sounds grim, talking about what I would want to eat if I did something terrible and was put to death, but I have a feeling we all have that one meal we’d request. Bolognese is mine. There’s nothing better to eat on a chilly fall day. It has the ability to send comfort all throughout your bones and soul and make the entire day wash away. I call it a hug in a bowl.