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Pasta Love

How do I eat thee? Let me count the ways: sauced, buttered, plain, sprinkled with Parmigiano Reggiano, pesto, pancetta, bacon. Rowdy rigatoni, flamboyant farfalle, perky penne, funny fusilli, lovely linguini, spunky spaghetti, personality abounds. An atavistic love affair with semolina goodness in all shapes, sizes like my three Aunt Rosas. Dear pasta, I count on you for your depression-lifting goodness, accepting no impastas! When you end up in hot water, you come out better than before. You’ve stuck with me through thick and thin, mostly thick around my hips. Pasta al dente, the choice of strong Italian women!

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