Last week I talked a little bit about having a rendez-vous in a café with two Argentine girlfriends of mine and seeing them taste North American style fare for the first time. A week later, we were back at it again only this time in the house of one of them tasting a jar of Nutella that I had brought from Canada. All I can say is that one taste of Nutella, the girls lived as if they have never lived before.
Dirty Satisfying Little Pasta Secret
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I’m just going to throw out a (not so) wild guess that 99.9% of you have
never encountered Pasta alla zozzona before. We’re still hanging out in
Rome – I m...
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