It’s the perfect thing for a summer evening in the backyard, served in a large communal bowl, accompanied by rivers of Primitivo.
It’s the perfect thing for a summer evening in the backyard, served in a large communal bowl, accompanied by rivers of Primitivo.
Don’t use “fresh” tagliatelle. There’s actually no such thing. To Italians, that’s just half-cooked.
Something of a minor revelation, here. And I’m not talking about the bucatini even though it’s superior to spaghetti in every possible way.