Cn(H2O)n, my friend!
in a moment (okay, a month or two) of weakness, i once succumbed to that silliness that goes by the name of atkins. and sure, i dropped eight pounds and discovered a new mental clarity (that i now attribute to raw-edged hunger), but i was a miserable bitch. (and for those of you that have seen me thus with a fistful of bread or a bowlful of rice, we can blame other things.) while italian women do get fat (they bring new meaning to ‘sturdily built’ and ‘brick house’ by the time most of them reach their fifties), that doesn’t seem to stop them from eating their bread with pasta, with pizza (simultaneously!) or with more bread. even if i’ve not come around to this practice, i can appreciate the sated happiness that comes from
tagliatelle col ragù bolognese. this is the authentic, the original ‘spag bol’, courtesy of caminetto d’oro in bologna. emilia-romagna’s fresh pastas beat the pants off of just about every other italian region’s, as far as the egg-based pastas are concerned. and even the dried stuff is commendable:
rigatoni with young zucchini and chile pepper.
emilia-romagna, home of prosciutto di parma, culatello di zibello and parmigiano-reggiano, does not shy away from fat. let us be grateful for that:
lasagnette delle erbe con ricotta.