When I told my mother that I was making this recipe, she said “Ew.” But ignore her, because she is a very confused woman (i.e. a pasta-hater).
Fall is here! Well, sort of – it’s 75 degrees today, rainy, and the leaves had barely begun to change before the wet dreariness started pulling them off their branches. Fall is nearly everyone’s favorite season, isn’t it? It’s the gentle reprieve from the endless humidity of summer, and the last moment of lightness before every curbside and crevice is packed with heavy snow. And it’s so short and sweet – it never overstays its welcome – which always makes a good thing better.