Every Tuesday night in forever so long, those who live on the Farm host friends and family for a night of togetherness and prayer. Some nights there is scarcely more than the Farmer and his own family, but last night there were nineteen souls present. And what does one feed nineteen souls when one has tomatoes come in and a freezer full of pork and lamb? Why, spaghetti and meatballs, of course. And that’s just what they do. Fifty-seven meatballs are served (not counting the two stolen by the Farmer the second they’re out of the oven), and a pot of Sauce. Now, I know you’ve heard about the Sauce,…