Ahhh, PASTA. The sheer sound of the word makes my mouth water. Ask C what I eat every day for lunch and it's always PASTA. I crave pasta and if I don't eat it for a few days I actually feel like a drug addict whose fiending for a fix. Whether it be pasta with zucchini and garlic, tomatoes, or even tuna pasta with corn and peas, I am one hundred percent in love with pasta (especially C's homemade pasta).When I was strolling the aisles at the supermarket the other day, I came upon the pasta section. If you've ever been to an Italian grocery store, you've probably witnessed this Holy Grail of Pasta Selections. It's almost like any cereal aisle in the U.S. It's so overwhelming you just have to close your eyes and choose. Only here there are literally hundreds of types of pastas and they have to cram all of the top-sellers on the walls of these tiny supermarkets. In Italy you'll find smooth penne, "rigid" penne, ravioli-like shaped pasta of all types of color and sizes, four different kinds of fusilli, plus pasta you never even knew existed.
If you look closely at the photo above, you can see that I settled upon "spaghetti number five." What? There are even measurements of pasta? Sweet! I have no idea what "number five" signifies but I'm assuming it has to do with the size? I haven't eaten it yet but as soon as I decide if I approve of the size of "spaghetti number five" I will let you know.
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