A sweet and savory taste snatched my love when I took my first bite. The flavor wrapped around my tongue and soon painted over my palate. This was the first time I ate my mother's unforgettable pasta. To this day, my siblings and I are greeted with this delight almost every week and it never gets old. Even when I help my mother cook, I can not remember each step to making this incredible dish. However, I will learn her recipe soon in order to pass the same experience I had to my children. I hope it will bring the same smile I get when I twirl my fork into that angel hair. This meal is of the utmost importance to me, yet I do not know where she got her recipe from, but it is surely unique. 

– AA

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