I am about to share something very sacred with all of you. Do you recall your first food memory? Maybe something a parent, guardian, day care professional, or nanny made for you? That one special food that always just makes you feel warm, tingly, and loved? This is my version of that. Ever since I was three or four years old I remember my mom making her famous chicken parmesan.
I have said it once on this blog already and I will keep saying it until the day I die, I love pasta. I am addicted to it, I can just never get enough. One of the perks of pasta is that it makes for a ridiculously easy week night meal. All you have to do is boil some stuff for what, about 10 minutes, and then make a sauce. Child’s play.