I was picking the beans out of my pasta fagioli at lunch one day and my friend said her son (who is my age btw) does the same thing. At home she started making her soup with different beans and she was convinced that I would like them. She made a pot for her family yesterday and brought me a bowl for lunch. Wasn't that nice of her. Then she also brought me a baggie of cheese to go with it. That's when she officially passed the Italian mama test! She was the right. Her soup is very different than my moms but very good. It had meat, carrots, tomatoes and different beans that I didn't expect to see in pasta fagioli. I ate the whole thing before I could take a picture of it so here is a picture of the now empty bowl.
PS- When I was little, thats how I thought you spelled/ said pasta fagioli.
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