I’m not scared of pasta. I just don’t eat it very often. Of course right now my Italian grandparents are in heaven thinking, “We still don’t know where she came from. If she didn’t like zeppole and coffee so much we would have sworn Diane [my mother] adopted her.”
I would eat it when my mom made it growing up, but I rarely crave it now. Yesterday was one of those rare occasions. I bought, cooked, devoured and sat in a food comma on the couch for a good period of time. Delicious. This dish is great served hot or cold. Also, it easily provides enough food for multiple meals…so it looks like I will be eating pasta a few more times.
