It's plain to see we have all had different experiences.
Indeed.
In southern Italy you will not find a pasta bowl.
Well there you go. It's a Southern thing.
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It's not authentic Italian but they do serve their pasta in bowls.
Exactly. :)
Not always.
With the exception of the Tour of Italy and the Chicken Parm, I've never had pasta there served in anything but a shallow bowl. I usually get the fettuccine alfredo and it's served in a shallow bowl. It could pass as a plate I suppose but it's deeper than a regular plate. Perhaps your Olive Garden does it differently.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I get the feeling you are trying to make a snarky comment.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
They've always sold pasta. Doesn't anyone here ever watch TV?
I'm watching TV now.
Secrets of the Dead.
They are excavating the pyramid of Teotihucan.
But I can't tell you the last time I saw a pizza Hut commercial.
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We spent 2 weeks in the Italian Alps...not the tourist trap places. Villages...cantinas. Where the red wine is served in a pitcher. Cold. G has an old friend that has lived there most his life. Pasta was always served in a bowl.
Come to think of it, the best carbonara I've ever had was served in a bowl in a little restaurant we went to in Florence.
I've been to more Italian weddings than I can possibly count. Pasta is always served and never once have I been served pasta in a bowl, same thing with authentic Italian cuisine restaurants, no bowls.
I suppose this is one of those things where its all what you are used to.
One thing I know for certain, NEVER cut your pasta....that is a sin. :)
I've been to more Italian weddings than I can possibly count. Pasta is always served and never once have I been served pasta in a bowl, same thing with authentic Italian cuisine restaurants, no bowls.
I suppose this is one of those things where its all what you are used to.
One thing I know for certain, NEVER cut your pasta....that is a sin. :)
I don't cut mine - but I do cut Jojo's. It's easier than the mess I'd have to clean up.
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I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
I've been to more Italian weddings than I can possibly count. Pasta is always served and never once have I been served pasta in a bowl, same thing with authentic Italian cuisine restaurants, no bowls.
I suppose this is one of those things where its all what you are used to.
One thing I know for certain, NEVER cut your pasta....that is a sin. :)
I don't cut mine - but I do cut Jojo's. It's easier than the mess I'd have to clean up.
We like ours with grape tomatoes, spinach, and onions in a butter, parm, garlic sautee.
I've put the little ****tail sausages in it. That's good.
And chicken sausage makes sauce amazing.
Of course the pasta has to be right.
Hey, ya'll ever do pasta for breakfast?
My kids love that.
You melt a little butter in an egg skillet, put a serving of leftover pasta in, add ham chunks or crumbled bacon or sausage, work that till its warm. Then scramble an egg or two, pour that in, sprinkle with shredded cheddar or pepper jack or which ever you like. Keep working it. The eggs and cheese make a "sauce" and it becomes wonderfully creamy and flavorful.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Wednesday 25th of May 2016 12:53:34 PM
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I saw it on a cooking show. We tried it. The kids were little.
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Never did pasta for breakfast, but tortillas and butter were added to our breakfast on holidays/special occasions. Mom used to put corn tortillas with a pat of butter on a baking sheet in the oven until the butter melted. This was before microwaves, mind you.