Someplace in the wild and varied genetic soup that makes me up, there has to be a couple of dozen people from Italy.
Why?
Pasta. I love it.
I love it with marinara sauce and meatballs.
I love it with just meat in it.
I love it as Carbonara.
I’ve been known to make up a plate full, sprinkle it with some garlic, a little oregano, some cheese, and with melted butter. Yum.

My love for spaghetti goes back to the ranch, and especially haying season. We got the bales out of the field the old-fashioned way. One person walked alongside the truck, picked up the bale, and tossed it on back. One or two people on the truck would stack them. When full, you took the hay to the haystack, and stacked it nice and neat for the winter.
Then you repeated the process. Over and over and over till the field was empty.
You burn up a lot of calories that way and we needed something that would keep us going. Spaghetti and lots of it was the fuel that got us through haying season.
My love affair with the noodle took a deep dive when I lived in Germany. Almost all the Gasthaus’s served pasta of some variety. There was no Olive Garden that served the same thing no matter where you were. Almost every Gasthaus had their own take on the dishes, and it was all amazing.
The many varieties of pasta forces me to agree with that great philosopher, Sofia Petrillo who said that the Chinese invented noodles and that the Italians perfected it my adding oregano.
Well, it sure rocks in my book.
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Pasta dishes are delicious.
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These days I have to be a little more careful of them. Welcome to the world word of diabetes. but every now and again, I live dangerously.
I have found Keto noodles work well with me.
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