Friday

Luma-con-i

The boyfriend bought me lumaconi pasta from our favorite (read; only) little Italian deli slash market. They’re so big they can hold a baby's fist, can a pasta take me out of my comfort zone? This one did. I told Russ next time don't bring me pasta the size of small apples. Pasta shouldn't make you confused or looks like a it should have a nun's face peeking out of it. Though I do know one group that'd really go for this. He also bought me anchovie paste, because anchovie paste is good in...

Actual size

No comments: