I have a lot of pasta ranging from spaghetti, fetuccini, and some glorious cavitelli. So I needed to look for something to make out of them. Luckily, the last time I was at the hospital, I passed by the hospital’s happy shop which consists of toys, gifts, flowers, books for the permanent and temporary tenants. It was just a good move because I found the pasta cook book which  I had to think two, three, four times and still haven’t...

Of all the places I went to Europe for pilgrimage, Italy was the best. Not only for the scenery, the people — especially when they talk I love how their faces are so expressive, but the food. The pasta. Oh glorious pasta. If I could bring them all, I would. Unfortunately, with the thick winter clothes and 2 gallons of Holy Water from Lourdes, one can only try as much to pound in a 30-kilo limit on check in baggage. My family went to Padua,...