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Published 2012
While I was growing up, pasta was — and it still is — one of my favorite things to eat. When my parents opened their cooking school in Bologna, there was a restaurant called Al Cantunzein (Bolognese for “in the little corner,” as it was located in a tiny square near the city center) that would serve course after course of homemade pasta dishes until you told them to stop. I was a teenager with a healthy appetite, and whenever we ate, there I was in heaven. My favorite was green and yellow p