My mother moved to the United States from Florence, Italy sometime after World War II. She was a doctor and she met my dad who was an RAF pilot. He was shot down over Italy and she took care of  him in a hospital there. They eventually married and they decided to move to the United States. When she moved she wanted a little piece of home to stay with her family so she made homemade pasta from scratch every Sunday. I'm not sure why she would leave such a spectacular place, but I know that if she hadn't my life would be very different. To my whole family, pasta Sunday is a reminder of our Italian roots. Pasta helps us stay linked to our heritage because we have it every Sunday. The dish is a window into Italy for us. The job of hand-making pasta has been passed down through generations, from my great-great-grandmother, to my grandmother, to my mother and now to me. Pasta Sunday reminds me of family, happiness and my childhood. Without it, I wouldn't really feel connected to Italy and my great-great grandmother.  

– Judith Morris

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