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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You are the stuff my culinary dreams are made of. Unending shapes and sizes. From skinny linguini to the rounded orecchiette and squiggly fusilli. As my tongue tastes morsels of your saucy tubular goodness, I compose a rhyme of the ancient marinara to atone for my over-the-top pasta love. Stuffed, plain, buttered. Swimming in Sunday sauce. The tastiest were those plain whites I pilfered from the pot before nonna caught me. Whack! with the wooden spoon. It’s rumored my very first uttering was mangia – an oft-heard word spoken by mama as she attempted to feed me. “You’re going to turn into a rigatoni if you don’t eat something else,” she implored. Ha! If I were a rigatoni, we’d be cugini. I only liked you, beautiful al dente you. And semolina only, please. I accept no impastas! You’ve been with me through thick and thin, mostly thick ... around my hips. Late night comfort snack, midday bowl of depression-busting goodness. The breakfast of strong Italian women! You are Sophia Loren’s guilty pleasure. Mine, too. With the emphasis on pleasure. One bite and I am transported back to childhood. Visions of homemade pasta drying on pristine white flour sack towels tantalize my taste buds. You, dear pasta, are la bomba. My love for you is unending, until we all farfalle down.
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