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Published 1993
Giuliano’s passion for pasta sprang to life fully formed one day at dinner when he was three. It was the first time an adult dish of pasta had been put before him, and I well remember what it was: handmade tortelloni his grandmother had prepared, stuffed with ricotta and Swiss chard. Without ever coming up for air, he put away a portion that might have strained the capacity of a full-grown man, and as he finished he fell instantly asleep. He came out of his stupor a confirmed devotee of pasta, a devotion he has fed, and which has fed him, from that day to this.
