i wish i'd known this in 7th [or was it 8th?] grade.

attending my cousin's wedding during the pesto and italiano resurgence in california [late 80's early 90s] directly challenged my NOCAL vision of pasta with marinara turning me into a judgey eurasian prior to fulsome investigation of the situation.

[aka: an ugly american-ish]

smh.

maturity changes everything.

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