Baked Ziti Quotes

If that’s how you react to my bringing over a baked Ziti, I now question the poor pizza boy, you know he’s all of eighteen, right? You can’t be accosting that boy, Noah, doesn’t matter how grateful you are he brings you a cheese pie.

No pasta. I’m serious. I will climb out of my coffin if anyone brings a baked ziti.

The meal was awkward—mostly silence punctuated by the occasional comment by the scythe. “You have a lovely home.” “What flavorful lemonade!” “This may be the best baked ziti in all of MidMerica!” Even though everything he said was complimentary, his voice registered like a seismic shock down everyone’s spine.

What confused Abu about Mama’s dishes was that they all seemed like variations of the same thing to him—tomato sauce, pasta, and cheese. He couldn’t tell the difference between spaghetti and linguini and ziti and lasagne other than the shape of the noodles. They all tasted the same, and pasta itself didn’t seem right to him. It looked like uncooked dough, pale and flabby. Who boils dough? Dough should be baked or fried. Pasta was a neglected doughy stepchild that didn’t quite complete the journey to being actually cooked.

No one could ever take your place, Spaghetti. We love you forever, Spaghetti. Not meatballs, not baked ziti, not even lasagna. Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. We love you forever, Spaghetti. — Kids from Alcatraz (debut song—five downloads sold)

If the dining-room tables hadn't been so stable, they would have sagged from the weight of the food. There were antipasti platters, a butternut-squash strata with sage, and a casserole dish of baked ziti. On the sweet side there were pear tartlets, an apple cake, fresh figs with mascarpone and honey. At the end waited a towering croquembouche---a pyramid of cream-filled choux puffs encased in a glamorous tangle of spun sugar.