It's Been a Long Time Coming

Pasta shapes matter.  That became apparent on this day when after decades, I come to find that it's not that P hates pasta, its that he hates long pasta, like spaghetti and linguine.  He has no problem with elbow pasta.  How did I not put this together decades ago?!  He would order pasta salad from BBQ joints.  He was open to ravioli and stuffed shells.  Even so, it pains me to think he will not know the sensual experience of a perfectly sauced long noodle gliding down his throat.  Short pastas are for kids, with juvenile minds I think to myself.  However, there is room in my appetite for all shapes and sizes, and I do not discriminate when it comes to food.  

With all the meat sauces I've made through the years, I've never made a proper ragu.   Wine, milk and pancetta are included in this deeply hearty sauce.  There is something special about ground meat softened to the texture of oatmeal but boosted of it's savory glory with a long simmer.