Growing up, my family ate pasta pretty much every day of the week. I’m not just talking spaghetti and red sauce. It was the mid-70s, during the heyday of Mollie Katzen’s Moosewood Cookbook, and my mom would drag me along on what seemed to be very long car rides just to find alfalfa sprouts, a sunchoke or a vegetarian restaurant. Our d...
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