Ghostwriter
If only there were simply twenty kinds of pasta, the choice may have been easier. But if there was one thing we had plenty of it was pasta. And in Mom’s mind each was special and used for different dishes. She would cringe if we said we wanted noodles. We liked noodles. Just the plain noodles she made from scratch were wonderful.
So we are continuing our pasta education course.
I sometimes have this with seafood.