Do you see this spaghetti? It is FABULOUS. It is the kind of spaghetti that makes me realise that as long as the pasta was good enough I could eat it every single meal for the rest of my life. It's hand-made, air-dryed, pushed through hand-made bronze dies; the wheat is grown on soil that has been traditionally cultivated since 1388, and mixed with natural spring water, the pasta is made in a monastery for gods' sake! It cooks up PERFECTLY al dente and absolutely delicious. I think I'm in love.
This message was brought to you by my fabulous lunch of left over meatballs and Montebello pasta.
{Okay, now back to writing about musical orgasms in the seventeenth century; as you were}