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You've got to wonder just what kind of a dago I really am - I had this page up for an entire week before I remembered that I'd neglected to include a section devoted to pasta! This is not right. This is not normal. God orders pasta when He eats out. It's nature's most perfect food. Blame it on my German mother, I guess. She used to melt butter on my spaghetti when I was a little girl, and then sprinkle cinnamon and sugar on it. I was well into my twenties before I came to the realization that ricotta wasn't an ingredient for making pottery. Trust me, I've caught up in the years since. |
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