Spaghetti

My dad was the scrambled egg master in our house. He’d stand at the stove, whisk in one hand and […]

There are dishes you plan for, and then there are dishes that happen. This is one of the latter. It’s

My relationship with pesto used to be… transactional. You know, the kind that comes in a little jar, tastes vaguely

I’ll never forget the first time I had real Spaghetti al Limone. It wasn’t in Italy, but in my tiny,

There are two versions of this classic: bianco (with white wine) and rosso (with tomatoes). My heart belongs to the bianco. It tastes like the

I used to think Cacio e Pepe was just mac and cheese for adults. Oh, how wrong I was. I

My first real Spaghetti alla Norma was eaten at a wobbly table in a Sicilian alleyway, the kind of place

This is it. The Sunday dinner of my childhood. The one that takes me right back to my Nona’s linoleum-floored

There’s a quiet elegance to a perfect Marinara. It’s the sauce I make when I need a culinary hug. No

I’ll never forget the first time I made Puttanesca. It was a Tuesday, the kind of day where everything had