Back in Russia I was not a big fan of pasta: I grew up and grew out of being in love with macaroni, and pasta became an eat-out meal only after a long and busy day at work. That’s it. Pasta was a seldom guest on my home menu.
Everything has changed after I married Dave. He had an Italian Grandma. Enough said. Sometimes I think he has pasta sauce instead of blood running through his veins:)
Now pasta is an essential in my kitchen, and I worked out several ways of cooking it but this one is probably my favorite.