Breakfast spaghetti.
We’re just going to lay that down right there. Quietly. In case there’s an unsympathetic snare drum banging in your head.
If you’re still hungover from New Year’s Eve (or last night), take heed. And even if you’re not, same drill. Because one day soon—tomorrow, next week, the day after Inauguration Day—you might be, and you’ll require something to get you out of bed and into a poached egg.
So here we’ve got a potentially lifesaving pasta-for-breakfast situation courtesy of chef Sal Lamboglia and that New York pasta haven Bar Primi.
Let’s consult the recipe.
We’re just going to lay that down right there. Quietly. In case there’s an unsympathetic snare drum banging in your head.
If you’re still hungover from New Year’s Eve (or last night), take heed. And even if you’re not, same drill. Because one day soon—tomorrow, next week, the day after Inauguration Day—you might be, and you’ll require something to get you out of bed and into a poached egg.
So here we’ve got a potentially lifesaving pasta-for-breakfast situation courtesy of chef Sal Lamboglia and that New York pasta haven Bar Primi.
Let’s consult the recipe.
