Hop in egg-slut, we’re doing pasta tonight.
This is something Mom would make, when there wasn’t much to make ends meet.
If I remember correctly, Norma was an Opera singer with serious pipes. Norma became a colloquial term for “good”.
You could say this is Italian, but don’t let the Sicilians hear that. They will cut a bitch.
You never turn down Mom’s lasagna. Or really anything an Italian woman offers you to eat, if you know what’s good for ya.
I’ve got your fucking lamb sauce, right here Gordy…
So long, and thanks for all the shrimp…
Vodka, it’s not just for breakfast anymore…
Let’s say, you want some pasta. But you don’t really want something heavy, you know, just some grape tomatoes, maybe some mushrooms over some buttered angel hair. Now, let’s assume you’ve read my post on Dashi. Or are already familiar with Japanese cooking. Is there any rule you can’t cook pasta the same way theContinue reading “Pasta-al-Whatever-the-Fuck”
Simple ingredients, big flavor.