I could eat pastina, the simple Italian pasta shaped like stars, with chicken broth, egg yolks and Parmesan every day. (In fact, I’ve gone on weeklong pastina benders when I’ve been deep in work and unwilling to go to the grocery store.) It’s fortifying, comforting and tastes like a hug. My sometimes tricky-to-feed son loves
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Little stars, big scoops of comfort
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