the memory of the mozza brand of al dente continues to haunt our dinner table discussions. the italian joints around here just don't seem to serve the same ambrosial bite. the fresh pasta off the grocer's shelves lacks the elusive oomph. the dried pasta in boxes, a dollar a box on sale, which has hitherto served me perfectly, now tastes like falling-apart board.
now that he has made his roll, HOM wants to conquer the 'umble pasta next.
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