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I'll have to say Lasagna. But, like everything else, there is a story behind it.

I was probably eight years old when I visited an aunt on my mother’s side of the family. She was cooking this delicious pasta with multiple layers, filled with meat and tomato sauce.

It was love at first sight. I couldn't stop looking at it, and when she placed a piece of it on a plate and put it in front of me, I took the first bite, a bite that took me to heaven.

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