I remember waking up on Sundays to the intoxicating aroma of ragu` simmering on the stove, and my sweet nonna rolling fresh pasta to make her amazing lasagna. The super long kitchen table, which we called the "Last Supper" table because it was so long, was covered in delicate, bright yellow pasta sheets. She would say: "Rosa`, faj e purpettell pa lasagna ", which is Neapolitan for: "Rosangela, make the little meatballs for the lasagna ." So after having a piece of day-old bre