I miss pasta. I don’t mean the kind that I pull out the cupboard, question the expiration date, and then boil in water and hope for the best. I miss the kind of pasta that gets made in a kitchen, plated, and brought before me at a table. If you can gather, I miss pasta
This may sound like an exaggeration, but at least once a week I hear about Pasta Sisters. I may hear the name in passing, read about them in an article, or come across someone posting about the restaurant on Instagram. Whatever way the restaurant enters my day, the point is that they do it. Recently,