I'm Italian. I grew up eating my grandmother's spaghetti every week. I remember waking up to that powerful smell of garlic and tomatoes, evidence that my dad had been in the kitchen since 5AM. We had bread served with almost every dinner. I love Love LOVE tomatoes. And I wholeheartedly prefer pasta to rice. But I'm also on a diet, a very public diet that the world can see. Does that mean I can never eat pasta again?
I don't think so. ... Read more » about Hold the cream sauce.