The days I don't like pasta.

Why does butter and sage sauce terrify me? Complexity nor flavor had reigned terror upon me. Oh no, this is a fear that stems deep from within. The type of fear that every lactose-intolerant eater fears deeply.

The cat is out of the bag, I’m a lactose-intolerant foodie wannabe with restrictions that span farther than meat substitutes. But on the contrary, what is it about butter and sage that really gets the people going? For me, I’d rather opt for a great Cacio e Pepe or maybe a ricotta and lemon pasta. I know what you’re thinking, “Cassie, those two are dairy-based dishes!” Well, imaginary reader, you’re right. But if I’m going to risk it all, I might as well do it right.

My love for pasta is something that was never meant to be broken. Pasta and I have one of the healthiest relationships I’ve ever experienced in my entire lifetime. A kind of unconditional love that’s forever forgiving, forever building, always expanding. It’s been formed, shaped, then reshaped—kind of like dough.

I give you a love that’s outside of my comfort zone. A love that, even though it’s not a winner, is still worth it. Fettuccine with Brown Butter and Sage.