My version of stuffed shells involves 0 tomatoes, and a whole lotta’ silky goodness.
It’s April. It’s officially Spring. But wait, what’s that? Spring weather decided to ghost us all and now we’re left still hanging out in our snuggies and fuzzy socks and in need of comfort food because we’re at a loss of how to say warm? No worries, I gotchu.
I wonder if Italy’s flag was a product of the colors in its cuisine, or its cuisine was a product of the colors in its flag? Hmm. But since we’re asking the real questions here already… Scusi, per favore. Where’s my personal Olive Garden Waiter with the never-ending cheese grating?!