Tag Archives: Italian

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Why is pasta such a wonderful comfort food?  Is it because I’m (half) Italian?  Whenever I’m cranky, tired, sick, hungry, bored, lonely, busy, anxious, etc., all I seem to want is pasta.

A few friends came over this afternoon and it ended up being a pasta dinner for five.  I felt immensely satisfied afterward.  My gramma would have been proud.  (Oops!  No wine!  Bad Italian!)

Olympics and pasta = a winning combination.

Life is Like a Bowl of Spaghetti

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