Some pasta noodles seem quite feminine,

delicate, precise and often lacy  -like that little princess “Mafalda”

If there is feminine and masculine noodles,

Pappardelle is a strait up brute.

He’s cut from a seemingly medieval tool, that appears to be a formidable defense weapon.  

(I carry it in my back pocket, when I’m out walking at night)

Ol’ Pappy can push and shove his way around just about any sauce.

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Pappardelle, with Salsa Salumi

that is…    until he get’s in a tangle with the jaws and teeth of a ravenous Il Corvo patron.

Also today:

Spaghettini, with garlic, olive oil and Mama lil’s pickled goat-horn peppers

Cavatelli, Sunburst tomatoes, butter and fresh oregano