Growing up eating Italian food in the United States prepared me poorly for a visit to Bologna. I underestimated what a wonderland of cured meats I would find, each sliced thin and draped onto a plate like a starlet over a chaise lounge. I neglected to grasp that pasta would be a religion, and I would need to be baptized in broth and tomato sauce to understand.
I went to Italy in search of noodles and new flavors. I wandered the markets, ate my weight in mortadella, learned to fold and dress my tortellini, and got a degree from gelato school. While I grew up with the loose vocabulary and bastardized dishes of Italian-American food, nobody in Bologna let me leave without knowing how they do it better in Bologna — where they do it the “right” way.
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