I love a good sandwich. Seriously, LOVE. But when I need something to sustain me through an evening on my feet at work, I want a meal. Given my druthers, I like to eat pasta for that (any) meal. Well color me kelly green and call me lucky, last night I made a luscious sausage ragu and the LEFTOVERS might have well been made to match with linguine, a ton of cracked black pepper and a bit of Pecorino cheese. I might just skip to the subway. Probably not. It was a damn good bowl of pasta, though.
If you are in NYC, check out Flying Pigs Farm at the Union Square Greenmarket. Happy pigs!