Our family has never been big turkey fans, especially me. Too many bad memories of my mom’s dry, tasteless bird on the big day. Don’t get me wrong – my mom was an absolutely awesome cook. But let’s just say that turkey was never her forte (along with meatloaf – but that is a story for another day.) Not unlike many other Italian homes, homemade pasta was her gig and the star of the T’day line up. 

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