I don’t live by the sea. I don’t live in the mountains. I don’t even live in the Tuscan hills. But here where I do live I have wine, and cheese and yes, pasta. So much pasta….

I am like most people in that I do love a great dish of pasta. Who doesn’t? If you don’t well, you are probably not reading my posts about my Italian life because it is a staple. No literally a staple. I had an interesting conversation with a friend, yes in italian, so I guess my skills have increased from age 3 to age 4 1/2 about the importance of having spaghetti in the home.

Here when italians speak about spaghetti they are not talking about the marinara red sauce and noodles but rather literally about the pasta itself. Because there are hundreds…

I know you think I am exaggerating but when you walk down an aisle in a large supermarket that has two sides filled with different kinds of pasta and most likely another section with fresh pasta refrigerated and another area of the store with local pasta that was made there, even if though I haven’t counted I am pretty sure it is in the hundreds.

My best comparison I could think of is the chips aisle or maybe the soda aisle in the grocery stores in the US. I still have trouble trying to make a comparison. There are just so many different kinds of pasta, it blows the mind.

So back to spaghetti which is a style or type of pasta, stop, that’s it. Now why were we talking spaghetti because that’s what everyone has in their house as part of their food survival kit.

Aka when an earthquake hits I have to have spaghetti. Interesting because this is also what everyone bought at the store at the beginning of Covid. Not toilet paper, but pasta. The aisles were empty, and the run was on for pasta because well who needs toilet paper or bread and milk when you have Pasta!

Buon Appetito from Italy!