When we first moved to Arkansas from up north, we had trouble finding some of the noodle varieties we were used to having from living in an area with a high concentration of Italians. I complained without end about it. A family member brought down some pasta on one visit and my mom sent me back with some after another return trip. We have since been able to find some additional varieties, with the exception of my favorite pasta of all time: cavatelli.
Anyway, after a business trip, it was nice to come home to a home-cooked meal and a smiling face.
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