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If I got stuck on a desert island, I would ask to take my toothbrush, a two-quart pot, and a lifetime supply of spaghetti (whole-wheat, please) plus tomato sauce (Marcella Hazan’s or this buttery no-cook number). As a vegetarian, I eat pasta an astonishing number of times each week, relying on it for just about everything.
Do I need a quick and convenient dinner? There’s a pasta for that. Am I trying to impress my boyfriend’s family? I turn to pasta, too. Am I feeling a little down? Who but pasta could see me through? Pasta’s also the perfect vehicle for many vegetables, when I don’t really feel like eating vegetables (yes, even vegetarians have this problem).
