By Abi Berwager Schreier
Growing up, my pasta of choice was macaroni and cheese because I’m a southerner and also a red-blooded kid. My husband’s, however, was spaghetti. His mom is a third-generation Italian, and his great grandmother immigrated from Italy. So basically his biggest concern about becoming a parent was figuring out when babies can eat noodles. For Christmas, we serve my husband’s great grandmother’s recipe of Christmas “gravy” and rigatoni, meatballs, and sausage, and our kid missing out is just not an option.
