Well it’s unofficially summer, and I’m OFFICIALLY declaring 2018 the Summer of Pasta. I’m not talking about the dried stuff from the box, though that serves its purpose and I love it. I’m talking sheets of fresh pasta, cut into fettucine and tagliatelle, or extruded into fusilli and bucatini. Or rolled and stuffed with all kinds of delicious stuff (artichoke hearts, anyone?). Or hand-formed ravioli or tortellini. Rounding out my carb-filled pipe dreams, I also have a family trip to Puglia planned in early July, so I fully intend to take rustic Grandma-style eating to the next level.
