I’m sure when you see I’ve posted yet ANOTHER pasta recipe you sigh and think, ” Really? Again?” But I just can’t help it. I think in this household, we’ve eaten pasta once a week for as long as I can remember. When we were little, my dad would call spaghetti “wurmpies” (little worms) and even though we only ever really ate it with bolognese sauce (remember, my mom wasn’t the most adventurous cook), pasta in and shape or form brings back intense memories for me. I think it’s mostly because I link pasta to my dad, and not only because he works with Italians and thinks he’s Italian half…
























