I’ve Got a Thing For Pasta

An essay, a journey, an orecchiette story

I’ve got a thing for pasta.

It’s an obsession whose boundaries consist of fleeting moments:

There’s a plate of rectangular strangozzi in Umbria, soaked in a pomodoro fragrant with basil and fresh local olive oil.

A tattoo on my leg of spaghetti and meatballs, an icon of American cuisine that I asked an illustrator acquaintance to draw for me during an af…