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I've had to reacquaint myself with pasta. As a child, I learned to detest macaroni in every possible form. It was a staple of a mom trying to bulk up almost nothing into something that would feed seven.
A great many years later I married this Sicilian whose family can't eat a damned turkey without some sort of pasta as a side dish. Never mind the stuffing; where's the lasagna? (I tried mostaccioli but couldn't spell it to my satisfaction.)
I could cheerfully spent the rest of what's left of my life without another bite of pasta. However, did I mention the Sicilian babe? So long as I get to make the sauce and meatballs, I'll survive. Meanwhile, al dente, remains Italian for not done yet.
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