I went to a predominantly Italian high school. Well, there were a lot of Italians anyway. Each year we had a huge feast raffle dinner deal where hairy-lipped women from the old country would come to the school to create the best Italian food you could ever eat.
When they talked, all I could hear was “spaGHETti” “meataballa” and of course “ManiCOTti.”
Point is, I like eating Italian food. I like making it even though it’s all basically pasta, sauce, and cheese with a handful of whatever else is in the crisper and/or meat drawer.
Today, I’m raiding the crisper to make spinach manicotti.
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